#and the annoying thing is such beverages actually do exist

[elainemorisi]

either we need another word, or we need to accept as a society that if it has the sugar content of a can of soda and flavor to match, it's not a "mocktail"

[simpjaes]

CUNNILINGUIST ― s.jy (ft. p.sh)

Unfortunately for you, no man has ever given you some good head. Fortunately for you, your best friend is more annoyed by it than you are. It’s just a favor, right? or the one where your best friend jake eats you out as a way to admit his own feelings for you, also, apparently sunghoon existing is an issue.

minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog to give bestie jake conflicting feelings

WORDCOUNT― 16.1 k

PAIRING― jake x afab reader (ft. sunghoon)

CONTENT― a lot of waiting, like to the point it even annoyed me, very fluffy stuff , typical best friends to fuck buddies to “actually, I had feelings this whole time”, jealousy, jake is whiny and needy when he’s horny, reader thinks it’s cute. angst if you’re a baby about it

OTHER CHARACTERS― sunghoon as the mutual friend who bangs reader

NOTE― this was originally written by me on my other blog [@/ncteez], if you’ve read it before, that’s why!

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― BIG DICKED BESTIE, pussy eating (he gets IN THERE), masturbation in the form of dry humping a mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, cum eating, sunghoon hook up, morning sex, lazy fingering, lazy fuck, dirty talk , unprotected sex, awkward build up,raw grinding, no blowjob in sight sorry lmao, deep penetration, cream pie, kind of cum stuffing but like not entirely intentional, cheesy love stuff 

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“What? Again?” Jake says, leaning back against the couch with a groan and a smack to his own forehead.

“Yeah, so basically he went down on me for less than a minute but expected me to, like, go long enough to ‘swallow’ or whatever.” You continue the story in a frustrated huff, shaking your head in self-pity.

Jake groans louder, leaning himself forward again and swiping his drink from your coffee table to take a long and thoughtful sip. 

“How many times is that, then?” He says between sips, glancing around the room as if he’s in deep thought. “I can’t help but think you pick these kinds of guys on purpose at this point.”

You look at him in mock pain, grabbing his drink and taking your own thoughtful sip of it.

“I dunno, they always talk big game during phone sex and stuff. I figure eventually one of them will live up to it.” You drone on, internally marking your recent date’s name off of your call-back list. 

“Be honest with me, have you ever actually gotten good head? Like how would you know if they’re bad if you have nothing good to compare them to?” Jake asks, letting you mindlessly drink his beverage.

It’s not weird to be having these types of conversations with him, if at all, something would seem off if you didn’t. He’s the only person in your life that you’ve ever felt this close to. At this point, you think he’d have to chase you down with a bloody hatchet for things to be awkward. Which is…kind of interesting, you guess.

“Well, I mean,” You think for a moment too long for his liking, but he gives you the space to finish your answer. “It feels good and all but it’s not like I’ve ever gotten off by it.”

“Correction –” Jake starts, blinking right at you. “You’ve never been given the chance to get off on it.” His bright  smile shows through his words, and you’re sure he’s mocking you at this point.

“Yeah, yeah. Yada, yada. I have terrible taste in sexual partners but to be fair, it’s not like the pool is that big to choose from.”

He nods in agreement, humming as if to end the conversation and still watching you sip at his drink.

“Would you be opposed to–” He pauses, making eye contact with you. “Y’know, I could do it for you.”

You pause, nearly dropping his drink out of your hand but thankfully your grip actually tightens on it instead. You swallow as you look at him, searching his face to see if this is some kind of joke.

“Jae-fucking-yun,” You deadpan, sitting his cup back down on your coffee table and leaning toward him, staring him down. “You’d really do that, for me?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, mostly playing it off as a half-joke just to see if he’s fucking with you or not. 

“How else are you gonna experience it?” 

You stare him down harder.

“You say that like you’re some sort of pussy-eating-god,” You narrow your eyes. “Are you?”

He shrugs casually with his little smile, leaning back on your couch and stretching his arms out. One of his hands lands behind your shoulder and you lean into it. 

“I’d let you be the judge of that if you’re up for it.”

Finally, you decide that he’s definitely not joking and you’re definitely gonna do it because like, that’s your best friend. Experiencing your firsts with him comes almost as naturally as walking. You had your first kiss with him, albeit it was a dare. You experienced your first concert with him, your first break up, your first failed exam, and even your first legal drink in a club. What’s so bad about letting him eat you out?

“Right now?” You ask, quirking your brow and tilting your head.

“Now, tomorrow, next week. Whenever.” He runs his hands through his hair as he says it and only now are you starting to really tune into his features that you’ve already found handsome.

Day after day you’ve seen him on this couch and in other states of dress without really thinking twice about how his lips would feel on you (despite that short first kiss). You’ve seen him kissing all up on other people, you’ve seen him in the club with wet lips from alcohol, you’ve seen him all messy and eating spaghetti at his parent’s house– but for some reason, his lips seem different now. His sleepy eyes seem different, his messy hair seems like something that should be tugged on, his fucking jawline– 

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” He looks at you up and down as if he’s judging. “You wanna go right now?”

You nod slowly, letting the traces of any lusty thoughts you’ve had about him in your life come to the front in waves. Then you quickly shake your head.

“Wait, no,” You roll your eyes more at yourself than him. “I haven’t showered since my date, maybe I should, uh…”

“Uh – yeah. Please do.” He grimaces, that same dopey smile coming back after a moment. 

“Fair.” You roll your eyes. “Gonna go shower then.” 

Part of you wonders if like, he’s being totally legit. For all you know, you’ll get out of the shower and he’ll be too busy doing something else, or like, he’ll go home or something. No hurt in seeing though.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

In the bathroom, you can’t help the feeling in your chest at even the thought that this may be about to happen.

Excitement. That’s what you feel. Not because it’s Jake. Well, maybe a little bit because you wanna see what his tongue is all about but more so because you’re about to get some presumably good head.

You shower thoughtfully, cleaning every part of your body and feeling little goosebumps rise and fall with each sensation of your air conditioning snaking its way past your shower doors. When you get out, you lotion your body so you’re all nice and soft and brush your teeth just in case things go a little further. You’re not expecting it to, but y’know, nothing wrong with having fun if it comes to it. 

After all, he’s doing you a favor by going down on you, the least you can do is smell good, be soft, and totally prepared for if he were to suggest more, right? Right. Anyway, you’re all showered up and opt to just let your hair do its own thing as you throw on your shirt and shorts. You ignore the panties at this point, because why not?

When you get back to the living room, Jake isn’t there. Naturally, you check your bedroom and there he is, still his normal self and lounging against your headboard while flipping through videos on his phone. 

“And she’s back,” he comments, reaching a hand out as if to invite you to your own bed. “Change your mind yet?”

“Not even for a second,” you smile as you take a spot in front of him, your entire body facing him as you pull your knees up and lay your chin against your arms. “Have you?”

He seems to fall into a more serious tone now, locking his phone before tossing it to the side and flicking his eyes up to look at you, scanning your legs in the shorts. 

“No,” he chokes back, shocked to see straight between the gap of your shorts and actually lay eyes on the point of this whole situation for the first time. “And you’re not wearing anything under those shorts.”

You watch his face and the way it turns from your best friend into something you’ve seen time and time again from men you’ve gone home with. It’s sexy on him though, for some reason.

“Figured I’d save you the trouble?”

He smiles, now moving himself toward you and reaching a hand behind to cradle your head. 

“Lay back,” he says softly, in a voice you’ve only heard a few times from him, “you could have left the shorts off too though.” He adds with an even softer laugh.

For some reason, it makes you feel shy. His hand guiding you to lay back all while grabbing the pillow from behind him and placing it under your head so that you’re nice and comfortable.  You watch him look at you and honestly, it’s in a way you can’t remember him ever looking at you before. If this is how he looks at other women, you may be a little jealous. 

It feels more intense right now than you thought it would.

“You’re being weird.” You say offhandedly, looking away from him and trying to keep the heat from flushing to your cheeks. 

“You’re letting me eat you out, how am I being weird?” He leans up from you, putting two hands on your knees but still waiting for your eyes to meet his again. “You want me to act like the other dudes? Dip my tongue in then wrap it up?”

You groan, rolling your eyes back to him and analyzing the way his big hands drape over your knees. 

“Okay, fair.” You admit defeat, feeling his warm palms move down the back of your thighs and to your ass. 

“Lift up,” He says, quickly pulling the shorts off of you when you do as he asks. 

“Oh–” He gasps quietly. “Damn.”

He stares directly between your legs, bracing his hands back at your knees and spreading your legs a bit. He angles his head in different ways to really look at you, seemingly enamored with your pussy as a whole. 

“Look who’s staring now.” You chuckle, instinctively hiding your face from him despite knowing he isn’t looking up at you.

“Yeah– I am,” he admits, now adjusting himself on the bed to lay down, his head easily slotting between your legs as he rests his chin on your lower belly and looks up at you. “You can pull my hair or do whatever, I’m just gonna…like, start I guess. Tell me if it’s something you don’t like.”

As normal as this isn’t, he’s speaking similar to how the two of you had taken on projects before. He typically takes the lead but offers you control more often than not. All you can do is nod at him, trying to comprehend that it’s your best friend’s head between your legs right now.

When he pulls his head back up with one last nod of confirmation, the first thing you feel is his fingers slipping up your folds, the other braced on your thigh and holding your legs open. You release a short sigh of relief at the feeling and he instantly smirks at it. 

“I haven’t even started yet,” He whispers, glancing up at you before fixing his eyes back on the expanse of your pussy. He uses his ring and pointer finger to spread your lips open, and the middle finger to rub against your hole only for a brief moment before he licks his lips and releases his own sigh of relief. “God, Sunghoon would be so jealous right now.”

You look down at him, wanting to ask him what the fuck he’s talking about and why he’d bring up Sunghoon right now, but you find yourself staring at him instead. Breath caught in your throat with the way his eyes meet yours before letting his tongue hang from his mouth as if presenting it to you in a cheeky way.

He’s so fast with it too, with the way he replaces his middle finger with his tensed tongue, forcing you to swallow your words and hold your breath even more. You can feel him lick and nibble against each of your lips before moving inward, flattening his tongue to lick one long, languid, and wet stripe up until meeting your clit. 

He wraps his lips around it, sucking once, hard, before releasing it and pulling back to look at you.

“This okay?”

Goddamn him for making you have to talk right now. You’re still trying to comprehend the fact that he said Sunghoon, fucking Sunghoon of all people would be jealous that he’s doing this right now. That’s definitely a question for later, because yeah, it’s fucking okay. 

More than okay. 

You nod to him, throwing your arm over your eyes and instinctively bucking your hips up towards his hovering mouth. 

“Oh, that was hot,” He groans out his compliment, watching the way you hide your face before he pulls his eyes back down and uses his fingers to spread your pussy open wider, enough to see your hole pulsate when he dips down to blow against it, “I can see how wet you’re getting, Is it because of me or is it just because someone is playing with your pussy?”

You half groan half moan at that, mostly because hearing these words from him is something that feels entirely too sexual. As if he hasn’t already tasted you, as if you’re not spread out by his fingers right now. You ignore his words, yet, your brain holds onto them with white knuckles and your hips buck toward him again.

“Not a talker, got it.” He notes, watching your hips chase his breath. 

He watches for much longer than you’d like for him to, and you’re about to lift up and accuse him of being just like the other guys but he shuts your thoughts off so fucking fast when you feel his lips on you again. 

His tongue explores every part of you, licking and sucking against areas you didn’t even know would feel good until his mouth lands against your clit again. This time, you can’t help it, you grind up and he hums at it as he braces your legs open just enough to skew his head and move his tongue back down. 

He’s slurping. Lost in the moment as he does it. Tasting you in full and getting a warm, pleasant feeling each time your legs try to close and your hips buck up for more. He…can’t believe this is finally happening. Fucking finally.

Unsure if you’d let him, he tries anyway. He stiffens his tongue, circling your hole before pressing just a bit, giving you just enough pressure that you feel frustrated. So frustrated that you’re the one who ends up finishing his attempt at something new. You reach down and lace your fingers in his hair, and let out a soft, needy little moan for him. 

That sound forces one from his chest too, he can’t help it, really. With the way you’re grabbing his hair and holding his head in place, pressing yourself against his mouth so much harder than before. Ah, he really, really loves doing this for you. 

To think any man would already be done? To think anyone could like, not wanna eat you out? Insanity. Stupid, stupid fucking men.

He can taste how wet you are now, truly taste it as he stretches your hole as much as he can with his tongue and another groan of his own. It’s probably embarrassing, truly, but he doesn’t care. 

Both of you are moaning at this point as you hold his head in place and grind your hips harder than you think you are. He loves it, you love it. So much that you really are barely comprehending that your best friend could do this the whole time?! And never told you until now?!

Jake is just as drunk on the moment as you are though. Totally lost in the scent and taste of you as he continues to lap away, constantly trying to prove that you can and will get off from his mouth alone. And honestly? It’s at the point that he figures he can use his fingers now too considering you let him spread you open with his tongue. What’s a little more gonna hurt, anyway?

The taste of you alone has him in heaven, cursing any man who didn’t take advantage of your pussy against their mouth. He can easily slip a finger into a hole this wet and needy, gasping in awe before glancing up at you. 

God, the way you immediately ride his finger, no huff or sound of irritation that he’s pulled his tongue back now. Your face. Fuck. 

He watches as you shamelessly chase the small amount of pleasure he can offer in terms of just head and fingering. He can imagine how hot you’d be without that shirt on, with your legs around his hips, with your mouth wrapped around him. You look blissed out, soaking his finger and keeping your hand in his hair, mindlessly grabbing and scratching at him. 

Making quick work, he goes back for your clit, circling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and noticing how you ride his finger harder. He can’t help but smirk against you when you do it either. 

The movement of your hips constantly humping against him is enough, and he can’t help but groan at the sound of your slick squelching out of you and warming his chin, he can’t fucking help but grind his own hips forward when you act like this. His cock is so painfully hard for you right now, at the taste of you, that all he can do is chase the mattress beneath him. Tensing his muscles and moaning against your clit shamelessly at the jolts of pleasure he gets from it. 

He slips another finger in with ease, feeling how much wetter you’ve gotten in the way the slide is filthy and audible. You groan out at that too, feeling his tongue flick relentlessly against your clit and only now moving your free hand from your face and trailing to your stomach. 

You can’t even talk, so you don’t. You lift your shirt up until you can at least rub against your nipples, just to heighten the pleasure your best friend is so graciously giving you.

His eyes roll back when you do that, only to fall back on you and get a frustrated grunt from him. He’s a bit annoyed that the shirt is still covering you despite your hand under it, fondling yourself. He’s thinking with his cock, so fucking aroused that he doesn’t think twice when he aggressively lifts your shirt up to your chin and watches the way your fingers poke and prod at yourself.

He inhales a sharp breath at the image, and his hips fuck harder against the mattress at that. His fingers speed up and now he’s focused. You feel him all over you from the waist down, his tongue flicking and lips sucking against your swollen clit, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you, your fingers heightening those sensations by playing with your own tits– then, oh, then you notice. 

Jake, you’re best fucking friend, is so goddamn horny that he’s dry humping against your bed and whining out moans against your clit. Probably to avoid asking for more, to avoid making you feel obligated to get him off too, to avoid anything you may not want or consent to. And that’s why he’s your best friend.

It doesn’t take long after that, your hips come to a stop as you watch him get himself off all while getting you off, and you find your orgasm bubbling up much faster than if you’d have imagined solely because of the image in front of you.

“Jake, you’re fucking whining.” You groan almost as needy as he does, rolling your hips up in a stutter. 

He was almost gonna stop, because yeah, he is whining. Gasping for air but only tasting you, only swallowing up the moans you give to him, only inhaling the dull scent of the fruity soap you used when you showered. But, you moan louder after you say that. You like it. You like seeing him act so desperate. So he continues, shamefully reaching one of his hands between himself and the bed and quickly shoving it down his pants, circling around his cock and continuing to fuck into it. 

If he thinks hard enough, you’re what he’s fucking right now, and technically, he is. With his fingers and mouth at least. When your hips stutter more, he fucks harder against his hand and holds his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get them. There, he sucks against your clit until you’re the one whining louder. 

You’re shocked at how quickly you’re getting off. Releasing a splash against him in a breathy, choked up sob. Nearly squeezing his head between your thighs to the point he almost misses the way you breathe out strings of praises toward him. But he hears them. 

He definitely heard you say that he looks sexy with your hand in his hair, and god, did he ride off of the fact that you encouraged him to get off with you. Regardless of if you knew if he could or not, regardless of if you knew his hand was providing just enough pleasure for him to do just that. 

There, as your orgasm subsides with his tongue still flicking your sensitive clit, you watch him writhe his hips against your mattress, his eyes slammed shut, and his breath coming out in pornographic moans. So this is what Jake looks like when he cums. It’s desperate, but somehow, it feels passionate too.

You’re all dazed after the fact, pussy pulsing and tingling from the loss of his lips and fingers once he pulls back and lays against your bed with a lazy smile. His pants are uncomfortable, but he doesn’t mind as he wipes his hand across his shirt and watches the way you catch your breath. 

“So,” He tries to say, clearing his throat. “I– um– hope that’s what you needed?”

You’re shy. You’re never fucking shy, especially towards Jake, but god. 

“Um, yeah,” you sigh out, lifting from the bed and looking back at him. Part of you wondering if that’s what it’s supposed to be like when someone gives you good head, or if that’s just…what it’s like when Jake gives head.

For some reason, you genuinely don’t think another man would ever eat you out to that level again. There’s no way, based on experience. 

“It was definitely what I needed.” 

He nods in a shy way, reminding himself that his pants are fucking nasty right now. So, he goes to stand up and extends a hand out to you. 

“Let’s go clean up.” 

You shake your head, not at all wanting to move from this bed. He nods again, pulling your shirt back down for you and leaning to look at you. 

“I’m gonna bring you something to clean up with, and I’m gonna shower.”

You smile at him, a bit dazed as you make yourself comfortable on your messy sheets as you think hard about the fact that this dopey motherfucker really never told you how good he was at this? Rude.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Jake looks all proud of himself when he comes back to your room and cuddles into bed with you much like he always has. 

“I didn’t expect to sleep over, I have work in the morning.” He whispers in a rasp against your back, curling around you like the perfect big spoon. 

You’re quick to turn on his work alarm on your phone, like you always do when he crashes during weeknights. Because, what best friend doesn’t have alarms set for each other anyway?

After a few more long moments of silence, you try to talk. Mostly because your brain is swimming with the fact that, like, you’re not sure but it’s just– wow. 

“Hey, um–”

“Hmm?” He hums out in a sleep-heavy voice.

“Did you actually enjoy doing that?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.” His sudden louder voice causes you to jump, but you relax back into his gasp. 

“Oh,” You think hard. “Is this gonna change stuff between us?”

“Probably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.” He responds with mock-confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him, as if to hide the way he’s trying to make this sound like a joke. For his own comfort, really.

You smile.

“And don’t tell other dudes my secrets.” He adds.

“I won't.”

Jake has his own smile from behind you, wondering if he really is just that good at eating pussy. The truth is, he’s done it a handful of times but he was just really really interested in doing it for you. For…reasons.

・・・・・・THIS WAS ORIGINALLY TWO PARTS, NOW IT’S ONE. YOU’RE WELCOME・・・・・・

“Hey, um,”

“Hmm?” Jake hummed out in a sleep-heavy voice.

“Did you actually enjoy doing that for me?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.” He responded in a sudden, louder voice. 

“Oh,” You think hard. “Is this gonna change stuff between us?”

“Probably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.” 

You remember the conversation that happened after he went down on you like it was yesterday, and he’s a goddamn liar. Nothing changed in your friendship with him, and he certainly doesn’t ask to eat you out all the time either. If anything, you’ve felt disappointed time and time again with the aftermath of that night.

It’s weighing on you in a strange way. At first, the weeks following the first and apparently, only time Jake went down on you, you almost expected him to ask for a repeat. You wanted to return the favor. You wanted him to ask but he never did. Even when he came over to hang out, even when you tried to lay down hints.

Nothing changed.

In fact, he doesn’t even talk about it. He doesn’t look at you as if he’s tasted you, and he doesn’t act like he came in his palm against your bed, right in front of you. He’s just…Jake. Sweet, caring, aloof, Jake. And you’re just you. Except you want to be someone else at this point. Someone that he does feel differently around after that.

Maybe you weren’t a memorable event for him when it comes to intimacy. Maybe he prefers to pretend it never happened? Maybe he was really just doing you a favor and intending for it to never go past the initial act. Even with his sweet words after the fact. Maybe, that was just to reassure you so it wouldn’t be awkward. 

You’re a version of you who wants to know what the fuck he’s thinking about. Did it taste bad? Did he get cold feet about it all? Arguably, if things did get weird after what happened, you’d feel more comfortable than you do with the situation as it stands. 

It is weird now, but only because it’s not weird for him. 

Even now, as you lay across the same bed where he had his head nestled between your legs, you can almost feel the tingle of what it felt like. The way his hair tickled your thighs, and the way his fingers laid against the flesh of your legs. The sun is beaming in through your windows and it still doesn’t feel as warm as it did when he cuddled against you that night. It’s been weeks and your heart is sick for him by this point. Sick with confusion, angst, lust, maybe even love if you think hard enough. 

You miss him a lot more than before as you throw your hand up to your face in a gentle slap as if to knock yourself out of it. This is insane. Every day you wake up feeling this way, thinking of him, and where you stand with him. It wasn’t like this at first, you truly expected him to come back for more and now you’re just sitting here with a loop of reasons as to why he never did. 

Insane. You’ve gotten head from so many people and didn’t think twice about them the next day, Jake is different though. You knew he would be too.

Why is Jake any different? Why do you miss him so badly right now? Why couldn’t he pick up on it either? Even worse, why do you feel like doing that with him was a mistake?

He’s with his parents for the weekend, and you’re here still thinking about shit that should have been released with your orgasm. 

You haven’t gone on any dates since that day, you haven’t met up with any one other than him to hang out, and at this point you’re starting to feel a little pathetic for falling in so deep. It’s entirely one sided, he makes that very clear.

So, naturally, you hop up with the confidence of a damn lion and decide that today, it ends. You will stop making it weird between the two of you, if he has even noticed anyway. You’re gonna get dressed, look hot as fuck, and sit on your couch swiping left and right until you find a hot piece of man that’s willing to take you out tonight.

That’s when something dawns on you. You remember Jake briefly mentioning Sunghoon to you, which seemed more like an implication if anything at the time. 

Why would Sunghoon be jealous of what happened? You can admit to being attracted to him but it’s not like the two of you hang out often or anything, and it’s also kind of a rule for yourself that you don’t fuck within the friendgroup. Jake was an exception, solely because that’s your best friend. Or, well, was your best friend. 

Now though? Who cares about these little rules you create for yourself? You need a confidence boost. You need your mind to be taken off of this little spiral you keep falling into. Most of all, you need to be proven wrong that you can still get off without it being him. 

So, texting Sunghoon? Easy. 

Thankfully, Sunghoon texting you back at lightning speed seemed even easier for him. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Well, Sunghoon sure did a great job at getting your mind off of Jake for the past couple of hours. 

You lay here in his bed, feeling your body tingle from the sensation of just how well he lived up to the promise of a good time. For hours he touched you, licked against you, fucked you. And yeah, you did fucking enjoy it. 

But why now? Why did you only just decide to give Sunghoon a shot? Why are you lying in his bed, with his heavy arms thrown across you as he snores gently behind you, feeling the need to cry? Why do you wish it was Jake, your best friend who seemed so eager to please and then suddenly leaped ten feet back as if he never suggested it in the first place? 

Your brain is confused despite your body relaxing itself from the state of bliss you were able to experience. You really did enjoy this time with Sunghoon and think that maybe, if you continue to make late night visits to him, the need for your best friend will weaken in time. 

God, if only Jake would just talk about it.

And you fall asleep thinking about that. About how you’ve let your feelings weaken you to the point that it’s genuinely hard to enjoy being pleasured by someone who actually has the capability. 

And, well, you wake up much the same, except Sunghoon was quite quick with his fingers upon waking up himself. Showing you that even if the person you want doesn’t have a thing to do with you, he sure does. 

“Good morning,” He rasps in a sleepy voice, fingers already traveling down your stomach as he hugs up against you from behind. “Glad you finally came through for me.” 

You quirk a brow. Right, Jake is the whole reason you're here. If not for mentioning him, at least.

“I finally came through?” You chuckle, your body jolting at the ticklish sensation of his lips brushing the back of your neck. “You knew I was single, why didn’t you call me?” 

You feel a harsher kiss against your neck, and his fingers only travel further down now. 

“Bro code.” He whispers, dipping his fingers between your still naked thighs. “I’m not overstepping if you’re the one asking for it.” He slides his fingers gently back and forth between your legs, trying to work you up. “And you did.” 

You think hard about that. Bro code, overstepping limits, not coming onto someone unless they do first solely because someone must have asked him not to. And you’d think even harder about who that someone might be, but instead your brain is quickly thrown into the morning sex routine Sunghoon must offer to all of his lovers. 

You enjoy it too, the small moments of bliss where you’re not in your head about what you could have possibly done wrong with Jake for you to end up feeling this way. It’s a brief moment of numbness though, feeling his fingers pleasure you gently can only do so much to quiet your thoughts. 

“Are you saying one of your friends had dibs on me or something?” You laugh in a half-joke, arching your back to rub your ass up and against the bigger and warmer man behind you. 

“You could say that, I’m assuming he missed his chance though–” Sunghoon whispers snidely, now satisfied with how you already drip for him and sliding one of his fingers into you. His other hand, being used to hike one of your legs up and against his hip to open you up for him. “You wouldn’t be here doing this if he didn’t.” 

You clench around his finger unintentionally, pretending you don’t know who you’re both referring to. Mostly because there’s no way in hell it’s your best friend, seeing as how he’s acting like you don’t exist outside of platonic friendship with him. Then again, who else could it be? Jay? Heeseung? Fucking Jungwon? As fucking if. 

“I guess he did miss his chance–” You breathe, now allowing yourself to give into the lazy and slow pleasure being offered. “Deeper.” 

And he listens. Sunghoon goes deeper and deeper with one finger, then two, then three, up until you slip his fingers out of you and plead through your body to have more. Deeper still, holding you from behind, plunging in as if to intentionally fuck the confusion out of you. As if to, maybe, prove that Jake isn’t the only man who can please you now. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

When you eventually find yourself walking through your front door, you do feel better. Sunghoon did have some type of capability to make you feel as desired as Jake did. After all, it’s not often that you sleep over with a man, better yet get fucked again as soon as you wake up with him. 

Even so, you know Jake will be back tomorrow, wanting to hang out yet again as if nothing happened. Thankfully, with Sunghoon around, maybe you can pretend alongside him. Maybe even forget it ever happened. 

You can argue that for the first time, you’re even a bit annoyed when you see his name pop up in your notifications with a call as if you’re not right in the middle of texting Sunghoon. It’s not that you were trying to go back over to his house or anything, but man, he sure is trying to get you to come back for a third round already. 

Maybe you just like when people are eager to please you, or maybe you don’t like to feel as if you’re the one chasing another person. Still, you answer Jake, seemingly releasing all of this resentment you’ve built up for him in an instant. 

“What?” You huff into the phone, feeling it vibrate with another text from Sunghoon and wanting nothing more than to see what his fourth reason would be for you to come over not even two hours after you left. 

“What?” Jake responds in confusion  to you. “What do you mean ‘what’?” 

“I mean what do you want? I’m busy.” You huff again with a roll of your eyes, flopping back on your bed. 

“Oh god, something happened.” Jake groans, though he was simply calling you because he missed your voice. “What’s wrong?” 

“No, not really. Was just trying to figure out what I’m doing tonight when you rudely interrupted me.” 

Something is off, Jake can feel it. Your voice has a bite to it, one that feels like you’re mad at him. Not to mention, he knows what you mean when you say you’re trying to find something to do for the night. He tries to reserve his feelings though, despite wanting that something to be him. 

“Oh, I know there’s an event at one of the clubs downtown tonight I think. Jay mentioned it–” He pauses briefly to hear another annoyed breath from you. “You’re not gonna go with him?” 

“Nah,” You wave off dismissively. “I think I’m just gonna go hang out with Sunghoon.” 

You don’t notice at all the brief and panicked silence for a solid second and a half before Jake reacts.

“Wait, what?” He says quickly after managing to process those words, trying not to sound as panicked as he knows he feels. “Sunghoon? Why?!” 

God, he knew he shouldn’t have said anything about Sunghoon that day, but his confidence was overflowing and he couldn’t help but boast at the time. It’s come back to shoot him in the dick, knowing full well that Sunghoon has been trying to get you into bed since he fucking met you. Hearing you ask for him in this context is something that makes his blood run cold. 

“Relax, I was with him last night. It’s kind of like, maybe gonna be a normal thing now.” 

You refuse to pick up on Jake’s tone. He had all the time in the world to make you feel something other than confusion, and this is just fucking petty at this point. He clearly doesn’t want to have anything with you, so why in the hell should you just sit around hoping? Waiting? 

“Sunghoon? You want to fuck Sunghoon?” He asks in a lower tone, trying to convince himself that he has to be mishearing you. You can hear him shuffle around and close a door behind him, showing that he doesn’t want his parents to hear him. But the frustration showing blatantly in his voice is somehow…satisfying. 

“I already did. I figured he would show me a good time since no one else can, and he did.” You shrug with slight disobedience. Resentment bubbling up in your gut to the extent that you almost want to grill him for having any type of opinion about it. 

Jake hangs on those words for a second. “Since no one else can.” 

He really thought he was the one who could do it for you. 

“Yeah, but–”  Jake starts, feeling like a child almost in the way he protests despite not being in a position to have a say in who you sleep with. “You know what? Nevermind. Do what you want.” He adds blankly, hanging up before you can get another word in. 

Honestly, he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong because you acted like he was fully capable of doing everything right. Hanging out with him consistently after the fact, not making it weird, flirting with him, asking him to sleep over. 

He wasn’t sure if he should ask you for more or if he should ask you to be his girlfriend first. The whole reason he’s with his parents right now is because he felt the need to run home to his Mom for girl advice. Embarrassing? Yes, but he really wanted to do things right. He cares about you. 

He needed just one single weekend away, and the second he’s gone you’re out fucking other dudes? Fucking Sunghoon? 

By now, that asshole is probably feeling like he’s on top of the world for getting to touch you. Not even he has done what Sunghoon managed to do with you by now and he can’t help but feel pissed about it. 

Whether you’re his or not, Sunghoon never should have been a fucking option. 

So, he calls you right back, pushing back the feeling of how pathetic it seems considering he’s the one who hung up on you. Then, when you don’t pick up, he immediately feels his stomach drop. 

You must be talking to Sunghoon, you must be setting up a time and place to meet with him. And Jake has heard that Sunghoon knows how to fuck. Other people have said he’s good in bed. Surely, if you’ve already been with him once and you’re still wanting to go back to him, those other people weren’t lying. 

To Jake, it feels like he’s losing you to his own friend with each passing second, and it’s weighing so heavy that spamming your phone with calls to interrupt whatever it is you’re doing right now feels like the right thing to do. In fact, it feels like it is the best thing in the world to do. 

He calls again. You don’t answer.

Again.

“What?!” You answer, annoyed. 

“Why would you even want Sunghoon?! Is he really that much better than I am?” He doesn’t think before he says it, because if he did, he wouldn’t have been able to say it at all. 

It’s his turn to experience that awkward silence because in all fairness, you don’t know how to respond to that. You feel annoyed now, you feel confused and quite frankly, blind sided. Since when did he care? 

“What’s that supposed to mean? You came onto me once and then never followed up.” You dead-pan at yourself in the mirror across your bedroom, speaking into the phone with a voice that seems scolding. “I don’t see why you’re mad that I’m hanging out with Sunghoon. We aren’t dating, Jake.”

“Since when? Who said I didn’t want to do it again?” Jake argues back in a whispered voice, showing you that he still can’t be as loud as he’d like to be. He chooses to ignore that last sentence though, pretending as if it doesn’t strike him in the center of the heart. 

“Nobody! That’s the thing, you haven’t said anything about it. Not that you want to, not that you don’t. You’re just being you and it’s driving me up a fucking wall.”

Pause.

“You’re mad because I didn’t make it weird?” It’s like his brain clicks. 

“Pretending it didn’t happen somehow makes it worse.” You lower your voice, ignoring the string of texts Sunghoon is sending you and listening closely to what Jake might say next. Your heart is racing through this hushed argument, and it feels good to admit that you kept thinking about it, even if he hasn’t.

“I wasn’t pretending that it didn’t happen,” He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I just wasn't sure what the next step was.”

You’re fucking appalled.

“Jake, I have been flirting with you since it happened because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You’re the one who didn’t make any moves, so I figured you wanted it to end there.” You sigh loudly, but somehow feel a bit lighter. “Do you have any idea how that fucked with my confidence?”

Jake sighs along with you on the other end of the line. 

“That’s why I was annoyed earlier, and that’s why I’m going to Sunghoon’s tonight.”

“What?” Jake’s voice raises a bit higher. “Still?!” 

It’s the fact that he’s trying to explain himself. Had he known that you were confused by his lack of, um, touching you, he would have done it every day since it happened! Yet, you’re still considering Sunghoon an option? Knife to the heart, honestly. 

Or maybe he’s not being clear enough with you about this. 

You, on the other hand, nod your head as you hum a confirmation to him, smiling and wondering if this conversation will turn into an event that would, perhaps, have you cancel the hook-up with Sunghoon.

“Why? Are you jealous?” You pry.

“You really called him, and now I’m just sitting here in my old room trying to find a way to get to you before he does….again.” An inhale. “ Yes! I’m fucking jealous!” 

You remain silent, trying to pretend that your pettiness isn’t solely to confirm what he seems to be implying to you. Then, an unintentional chuckle leaves your lips. 

“Why are you laughing?!” His voice is raised again, and he doesn’t seem to stop spilling what he needs to say. “I wanted to do that for you for years and you somehow still didn’t know?” He pauses. “I always made it weird between us, what? You thought I treated all of my friends like that?”

You just listen, feeling your heart beat in time with each word he speaks. Strings of sentences like, “I’m going to kick his ass.” and “You thought I’d just eat you out as a friend?! You’re insane.” and “I would have come home last night if you wanted to feel good so badly, why did you have to go see him, of all people?” 

The confirmation of Jake being the friend who forbade Sunghoon from making a move on you is right there, clear as day. 

“Ah, so the Jake I know isn’t the Jake everyone else knows?” You respond, trying to force the tingling feeling in your gut to calm itself. Hearing him be so blatant to you has your heart doing flips, and it’s not an easy task to make it stop.

“Of-fucking-course not!” He rolls his eyes, you can definitely tell. “You had me wrapped around your pinky from day one.”

“And you really thought that, with the way you seemed so uninterested–” You pause, processing his words. “I would have asked you to come home from your parent’s house to get me off? For what? Funsies? You thought I'd be brave enough or selfish enough to ask such a thing?” 

Jake sighs deeply, seemingly fed up with the situation. 

“It wouldn’t be because you are selfish.” He breathes out, almost angrily. “And for the last time, I’m not uninterested. I was just trying to do things right. I don’t just want to fuck you, you know.” 

“And you didn’t think to tell me until weeks after you ate me out?” You smile harder, trying to contain the heat flushing over your cheeks. “Until after I thought I had a pH imbalance and maybe you were just grossed out by me?!” 

“I’m genuinely shocked you didn’t know already. Made me think you weren’t interested enough to like–” He pauses, not wanting to be too telling. “I guess waiting and being polite isn’t really your style. I should have known that though.”

You let him continue, because you can tell he’s simply taking breaths and small pauses to figure out how to express his thoughts to you. 

“You can’t tell me that over the years, you never once noticed how often I stared at you.” He lowers his voice again, softening it to an extent that you actually feel the butterflies fly from your belly to your chest. 

”The fact that I jumped in head first and offered to do that for you? I didn’t think I had to tell you at this point…”He breathes out a chuckle through the line this time. “And for the record, I couldn’t get enough of it. I was just trying to like– I don’t know.”

You listen to him breathe deeply, again. 

“I didn’t want you to think I was in it just for the sex, I guess.”

There. There it is. You’re nearly kicking your feet, feeling him confirm feelings and erase any hint of doubt within you. Despite never truly noticing that he treats you differently compared to his other friends, despite never thinking too hard about the way he looks at you. 

“You acted like it wasn’t a big deal, Jake. I’m not joking. If that’s how you act when you like someone, you shouldn’t blame me for not noticing.”

“I literally tongue fucked you.” He dead-pans. “Friends don’t just do that.”

“I thought we were friends who could do that.” You argue. “But I guess you’re not quite looking to just remain friends, are you?” 

“No,” Jake sighs. “Mom told me I needed to take you out on some extravagant date and express my undying love for you with a handful of red roses, but I guess this is just how it’s gonna be. After all, this is you.” 

“And this is you.” You confirm. 

“I was going to come home tomorrow and try to lie our way to the restaurant, which I still can, if you want. You kind of fucked up my plan though.” 

You pause at his words, suddenly feeling like shit for not realizing sooner. In your defense though, if he really did like you from day one, you didn’t exactly have a chance to see how he would have acted without feelings. The Jake you know is your best friend, and someone you trusted with everything, you thought he treated everyone as well as he treated you. That’s why, when he didn’t change, you couldn’t read him anymore. 

Then again, all of this could have been fucking avoided if he had just voiced it to you. 

“Romance is dead and it’s your fault.” Jake tries to joke, his soft tone somehow coming out even softer as he waits for some type of response from you. 

“So, are we done fighting?” You ask meekly, tapping your finger against your phone and looking up at the ceiling with a smile that by now, you can’t escape. “Since you’ve just expressed your undying love for me and I very much wouldn’t mind going on a date with you so we can work this out face to face?” 

“Are you still going to fuck Sunghoon?” 

You laugh. 

“Oh yeah, for sure–” To his silence, you immediately take it back. “Oh my god, relax. It’s a joke.” 

“Get better jokes, asshole.” 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“What the fuck?” Jake deadpans into the phone, his heart beating far too fast for his health, but vibing with it anyway because by tomorrow night, he’ll be next to you again. “You seriously had sex with her?!” 

“Hey, she’s the one who called me.” Sunghoon shrugs as he listens. “To be fair, Jake, I did tell her that someone else had dibs on her.”

Jake slaps his forehead and rolls his eyes. 

“You’re such a dick– I told you at least three hundred times that I like her! I don’t have dibs.” He gripes, trying to pretend that he’s not imagining Sunghoon with you, the person he wants the most. 

“Damn right you don’t, because she seemed to have a great t–” 

“Sunghoon, stop. I don’t want to know what happened, but like, stop texting her.” 

Sunghoon’s brow raises in curiosity. 

“Ah, did you finally make a move?”

If there’s anything Jake knows Sunghoon won’t do, it’s go for a woman that is actually unavailable. He has his fun, and he’s not one to turn anyone down if he has an interest in them, bro code be damned. And yeah, he’s still a little pissed at him for hooking up with you…but, it is true, Jake made you feel like he wasn’t even an option in his attempts to be a gentleman. 

Still, boundaries need to be set now. Real boundaries.

“I did, and I would really appreciate it if you back off. I’m trying to make something out of this, you know?”

Sunghoon lightens up, sighing at his loss of a would be fuck-buddy that seemed more promising than some he’s had in the past. 

“Jesus, you’re serious about her aren’t you?” He smirks as he speaks, feeling proud of Jake for finally stepping up for himself. “I mean, I can totally see why. Please excuse me as I mourn that sweet, sweet, pu-” 

“Sunghoon.” Jake warns. “Shut the fuck up.” 

“Relax, jesus.” Sunghoon plays it cool, though he actually is mourning it a little bit. “Good on you though. I’ll back off, don’t worry.” 

Jake rolls his eyes yet again, his love-hate relationship with Sunghoon becoming more fond than ever by this point. Only because the confidence he had in himself before all of this wasn’t entirely where it needed to be. It’s true that he wasn’t exactly a pussy eating god before, nor could he even say he’s amazing at sex but, when it comes to you, he can’t help but be excited. He wants to do it all, be it all for you. 

Never in his life has he eaten pussy like that, and never in your life have you felt a mouth so eager to please between your legs. 

Sunghoon could have been something, but he couldn’t have been Jake, ever. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The day couldn’t go by any slower than it already has. 

Jake comes home tonight, and by home, you mean to your apartment where he doesn’t live. 

Your mind goes in loops on what could possibly happen. Scenarios of him getting cold feet and ignoring that any of this happened at all again. Scenes of him unlocking your door, closing in on you, and kissing you before you can even say “hello”. Images of his hands on you, his mouth on you, what it would feel like if he were to…well, oh.

You snap yourself out of it, every bad scenario in your head gets replaced with one where you’ve got Jake working himself on and inside of you. It’s making you feel hot, insane, and entirely too horny for the proposed date night full of talking that needs to be had first. 

Then you freeze, your hand on the handle of your mug as you wonder a bit too hard. 

What if he doesn’t show up at all? 

You did run off the second he left the city and fuck one of your mutual friends. Arguably, you were equally as bad at communicating with him as he was to you during the past few weeks. Sure, you flirted, but was that even enough when he literally put his tongue inside of you “as a friend”? 

God, he’d have every right to not show up. To move on, to never speak to you again. 

You’ve been so stupid. Both of you have, stumbling together but apart into something neither of you could even begin to navigate. For you? Sex is easy. Feelings though? That’s where it gets complicated. Yet, still, you find yourself more willing than ever to let these feelings roam free if he accepts them at face value. 

Solely because of how shitty it felt when you were trying to pretend that Jake was nothing but a one time thing for his sake. 

And when the time comes, after hours of brooding, getting worked up, and feeling insane, you’re looking like a mess when he knocks on your door. So much for looking good for him. You’re an absolute fucking wreck when you open that door and dead-pan stare at him and his bags. 

“Hi,” He smiles, not quite making eye contact because he really is kind of embarrassed by all of this. “I’m here.” 

You step back from the door, eyes remaining on him. 

“You’re here.” You say quietly, watching him step into your apartment and drop his bags. 

You feel his breath before you hear his voice. So much closer than just moments before, right up against your ear, and his arms wrapping tightly around you. 

“Felt like I was gone for too long–” He whines slightly against you, breathing in a breath and taking in your scent. “Didn’t know I could miss you like that.” 

You fucking melt. Out of all of those scenarios and fantasies in your head, this wasn’t one of them. Which goes to show that Jake is the one person in this world who can surprise you time and time again. You’ve hugged him like this hundreds of times, but this one, oh this one. He feels so close after feeling so fucking far away.

“You were gone for two days,” You smile, nuzzling against him and gripping his waist in your own hug. 

“Two days too long, though.” You feel him smile, that little upturn of his lips pushing his cheek up and against you as he chuckles and pulls back.  “We don’t have a lot of time, but we can still make it to the restaurant if you still want to go? I can shower when we get back.”

You pull back, offering him a small nod and feeling a bit let down. You wanted more, especially after that hug. The fact that he can contain himself right now feels isolating. Are you the only one who has a vibrating brain right now? He really wants to have the conversation at the restaurant? 

He really wants to do this the right way?

You look like shit, but arguably he might think he looks worse considering the long trip back to you. Still, the restaurant is the chosen option to have this conversation, and you’re ready to get it over with so that finally the two of you can take a step forward. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The restaurant is nice. There’s a buzz of conversations surrounding the two of you but most of it feels muffled because the only sound you can truly hear is Jake’s hushed and awkward attempts to get the ball rolling. 

“So, I guess that’s why I went to my parent’s house. It’s embarrassing, I know–” He says before you cut him off. 

“Tell me how you felt the past few weeks when we were together.” You say boldly, wanting so badly to have the confirmation that he really does want this, and that he suffered much like you did.

You watch a fan of rosy tint cross his cheeks as he breaks eye contact with you, looking to the table and then back up at you. 

“Okay, um–” He stiffens a bit, glancing around to make sure no one is looking or listening in. “When we weren’t together, it was a lot easier for me to think, but when we were together, I could only really think about one thing.” He admits, nodding to himself. 

You look at him curiously before you see his eyes light up in panic.

“No! No, no. Not like, sex…” He looks down. “I mean, yeah maybe sex too but mostly I just couldn’t stop thinking about ways to make you want me more than anyone else.” 

Your heart swells at his panicked save, and then the words that follow. 

“I think I already did want you more than anyone else.” You admit back to him. “Even if I didn’t know I had feelings until you did that to me– I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”

He smiles, reaching over the table as if to ask for your hand. 

“What about you? What did you think about when we were together after that night?” He asks for his own confirmation now. 

“Sex. Mostly, I guess. I felt like no one else would ever be able to make me feel that good again.” You look away, feeling ashamed and seen. “Goddamn, I sound so dramatic.”

Jake snorts, laughing at how he should have expected this but the confidence boost is a happy surprise to him. 

“To be fair though, Jake, I think I had my feelings and my lust for you mixed up.” You continue. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I still feel both of those things every time I see you, or even think of you.”

“Feelings and lust?” He nods with a smile and wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes glistening in the warm lighting of the restaurant. 

You nod in confirmation, side eyeing the waitress who walks over to take down your order. 

Both of you are somehow dissociated outside of each other, there’s no way you’re not because you don’t recall what you ordered, nor what he ordered, and he appears to be feeling much the same. The moment she walks away, he’s continuing. 

“I was really that good, huh?” A smirk from him, and a nod from you. 

“What about right now then? How do you feel when you look at me?” He follows up, looking down at the table. 

“Both of those things.” You dead-pan, squeezing your legs together as you look at him and feel the warmth radiating from even this far away. The confirmation of feelings is enough by itself to have your thoughts in the gutter about him, especially after weeks of wanting him. 

Especially after having to be in this stupid fucking restaurant in the first place.

He quirks a brow before lowering his voice, his eyes drooping a bit. 

“Do you have any fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted to get my mouth on you?” 

God, there he is. That same bold best friend who originally suggested eating you out in the first place. Not entirely unfounded that he said it, but fuck, your cheeks are searing. 

“Jake, we’re in public.” You warn, knowing damn well that you’ve not been able to think of anything else either, but for the sake of the foundation of this relationship, you want to tame yourself a little bit.

“Since we started hanging out, every fucking time.” He continues, ignoring your warning. “I would get so mad when you’d go to your little hook-ups. Sometimes I even wondered if you did it intentionally to piss me off.” 

Your cheeks are still hot, but now there’s a bit of guilt filling you. 

“You really had no idea how badly I wanted that to be me?” He continues with his streak of confidence, unintentionally dirty talking to you solely because he, genuinely, cannot deny his attraction or his feelings for you by this point. “Even right now, I want nothing more than to have you to myself.”

You pause, the guilt leaving you in an instant as it’s fully replaced with Jake’s eagerness to have you in full, finally. 

“Why–” You sigh, dropping your head into your hands to hide your face from him. “Why are we at this restaurant again?” 

You feel his hand reach back over to you, removing your hands from your face and dipping down to look at you. 

“It’s so fucking hard to contain myself right now. I can admit that.” He whispers, blinking at you. “If you feel satisfied with where we stand, I’d be more than happy to leave this table now and prove everything to you.”

An instant nod from you, and an instant confirmation from Jake. 

You’re both out of the restaurant before a single sip of water, before a single visual inspection of the forgotten food the two of you ordered, and before any doubt could creep in to ruin the electrifying atmosphere you were indulging in with him. 

For Jake, his self control wavers with each passing moment as you sit next to him in the car. You look so calm as he drives as quickly and safely as possible back to your apartment, shaming himself for ever considering the two of you go in the first place. Still, the outcome is somehow more satisfying. Both of you wanting to leave just so you can truly be alone together? He couldn’t ask for a better night. 

Still, your calmness contrasts the way his insides vibrate the closer he gets to your place, and he wonders how the fuck you manage to do it. If you were to simply glance at him at the right moment, you’d see his entire body melt in the fantasies of what the two of you may be willing to do tonight. 

Years worth of pining in his head and heart are bubbling up now. You’re inviting him in, you’re accepting him, you’re wanting him back. 

What he doesn’t know though, is that you are quite literally imagining yourself wrapped in chains to this seat. Why? Because if it weren’t for those astral chains, you’d be on top of him in an instant, reassuring him that if there’s anything in the world you’ve wanted within the past few weeks, it’s him. You’d be apologizing for never taking note of his feelings before, and kissing away all of the moments he wished he could have had with you before, replacing them with very real, firm, hot kisses. 

Thankfully though, you manage to tame the beast from within and somehow, so does he. Up until you get through your apartment door and the electrifying atmosphere sizzles away in an instant. 

You expected to have the confidence to, quite literally, jump on him as soon as your door closed. Instead, you find yourself standing in awe at the entryway. 

Jake, on the other hand, would love nothing more than to have you right this moment, speeding and parking crooked be damned, he will not allow it just yet. 

“Listen,” He reaches out to you, pulling you up and against his chest. “I need to shower before I let myself do anything.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief, noting that the awkwardness came from the fact that Jake’s energy is seeping out of him, lust and worry for possibly not being as clean as he’d like to be for this. 

It feels strange, actually. You can imagine you’ve had many hook-ups with men who wouldn’t even consider a shower before inviting you over. 

“Hurry up then, before I decide to call Sungh-” 

“Don’t you fucking dare make that joke right now,” Jake squeezes you tighter against you, hating himself for constantly bringing up reasons to wait. 

“If we are going to like,” He pauses, struggling to say it out of pure nervousness that you might change your mind. “You know, be exclusive, Sunghoon’s name is forbidden.”

You chuckle against him before shoving him back in a playful way. 

“Deal. Now, can you fucking hurry?” You roll your eyes playfully, internally a little thankful for the short moments you will have to prepare yourself for this. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Damn this shower for feeling so good. Jake could fall asleep under the warmth if it weren’t for the fact that he’s been half-hard this entire time and truly fighting with himself on how to approach this situation.

It’s kind of awkward, actually. Knowing exactly what the two of you are about to do but having to wait even for fifteen minutes makes it seem like you both have a scheduled hook up and nothing more. 

It’s not a hook up though. Jake is finally where he’s always wanted to be with you, in your shower priming his body to go absolutely fucking insane on you. Before, when he ate you out, he really was controlling himself. He wanted to do more with you so bad, and now? God…

He’s flushed as he finally makes his way out of the shower, length still stiffening and softening with each thought that passes. He can barely look at himself in the mirror without wanting to laugh at how embarrassing he truly is. 

You’d probably laugh too, and he’d love the sound of it. 

Then, he’s faced with a dilemma. 

You, on the other hand, find yourself lying quietly in your bedroom after doing your best to fix the mess of yourself for whatever Jake may offer. Waiting for him, and ultimately wondering what the fuck is taking him so long when you finally hear the bathroom door open.

Faintly, you can smell your shampoo and body wash that he used as you hear him make his way to the living room and not find you. 

Then, you hear him making his way to your room. He doesn’t open the door any further than it already was and instead, stands behind it quietly before muttering out. 

“Um,” He starts, putting his hand on your door and only peeking his head in. “I wasn’t sure if there was a point to putting my clothes on–” 

Fucking pause.

God, he must sound so stupid saying that, especially after looking into your room and seeing you lying against your bed changed into the exact same pajamas you put on the night he initially made a move on you through the guise of friendship. 

Well, now it’s not even a question and he was right to assume that all he needed to do was wrap a towel around his waist and come to you. 

You watch his eyes travel your body curiously, a smile forming on his face.

“If you’re wondering if I put panties on this time too,” You smile, reaching a hand out as if to invite him to open that door and come have at it. “I didn’t.”

That’s all it takes, really, to have him pushing the door open and not-so-calmly making his way to your bed. 

Seeing his naked and damp chest is one thing, but smelling your scent all over him is another, especially when the first thing he does is practically envelop you with his body and plant his lips straight on your own. 

The first real kiss. Despite his lips having been on you before, you melt into it and find yourself forgetting how differently he’s acting now compared to before. He was so confident, so cocky, and now he’s almost docile. Meek. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” He leans back to whisper, adjusting his body so that he’s more comfortable and leaning down on one arm while the other holds your cheek. “Can’t believe you let me eat you out before ever letting me actually kiss you.”

Your face heats up at the comment, making you feel more scandalous than you ever truly tried to be. But he’s not wrong, and you regret making him feel like eating you out was the only way to get to your heart.

Strangely though, it was the way to your heart. Him doing that for you practically threw you into the deep end in search for more, from him, specifically. 

“Can’t believe you decided that you should just eat me out rather than admit your feelings for me.” You counter with a smile, lifting your head to kiss against him again and pretending you can’t feel the weight of his length under the loosely knotted towel on his waist. 

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” He says through the kisses, quickly losing the ability to speak when you lick against his bottom lip and, ultimately, take control of the act.

He wonders what your mouth could do to him. His entire body reacts to the way your tongue flicks and licks against his own, it takes everything in him to try and control himself from pushing too far too soon– until he realizes that there is no reason to control himself now. 

Never has making out gotten him this turned on, and it’s not a surprise because it’s you. 

He half moans, half chuckles into your kiss when he does it, pressing his hips down and against your thigh much like he did previously to the very mattress he’s got you lying against. 

“There’s so much I want to do,” He finally admits, pulling back from the kiss and hanging his head to feel how his cock reacts to the flesh of your thigh. “Please, let me do all of it.” 

You sigh, somehow feeling a pang of arousal radiate between your legs despite not yet being touched there. The weight of him on you is enough, and all you can do is nod and await the ways he intends to relieve himself with you.

Hours of head, he could give. Even more hours of burying his cock between those pretty lips and watching you return the favor for him. His confidence grows as your body moves under him, waiting, waiting, waiting for what he will do next. 

First, he plants another kiss to you, pressing his hips hard against your thigh with a breathy sigh before moving his lips down, against your neck. 

At the same time, his hands work their way up your loose shirt, cupping one breast in his palm and easily teasing your nipple with his fingers. He works his lips down the center of your clothed chest, down to your stomach, and then up again. His nose nudges your shirt up with each kiss, until his lips replace his fingers and he’s sucking your nipple into his mouth.

You’ve never felt so wanted in your life with the way he appears to be savoring you. Leaving his own pleasure neglected once again, his entire focus is on you. You arch your back up a bit, hands shooting to his head and cradling it there against your breast. 

He groans when you scratch against the nape of his neck, wiggling your hips under him and chasing the sensation that his mouth manages to send to your clit. He groans again when your nipple remains firm between his lips, and he begins to nibble. 

And this time, he moans when he manages to trail one of his hands down just to see how much it will take of this to get you wet. He tucks one hand under your shorts, only to find that you’re already dripping, soaking his fingers with a mere single slide up your folds.

“Fuck,” He sighs as if it’s a compliment when he pops his mouth off of you, flicking his head up to look at your already dazed eyes. “Already?” 

You glance away, embarrassed by how badly you want the man who was once your best friend, and is now….more than that. You can feel his fingers graze and gently play around with the heat your body has already released for him, rolling your eyes back each time he pretends he’s going to offer pressure to your clit. 

He’s fucking teasing you, and you know it.

He knows it too, because of fucking course he is. After years of torture, wondering if you’d ever manage to get wet at all with the thought of him, here you are, dripping under him when all he’s done is kiss you and fondle your nipples. 

Briefly, he remembers how needy your hips were when his tongue was seeping into you. He remembers the taste of each thrust you pressed against his face, and the smell of how badly you needed him at the time. 

As used as he was by you that night, he wants nothing more now than to pull those same desperate moans from you, to taste the wet inside of you that no man ever managed to release for you. 

“I feel like I’m going insane,” He finally breathes out, still toying with your folds and keeping an eye on the way your eyes glare back at him. “I want you so fucking bad–” He stutters now, instantly sliding his fingers into you and scooting down on the bed at lightening speed, pressing your loose shorts to the side just to get the taste of you against his lips again.

Your legs instantly shoot over his shoulders, and one of his hands reaches up to hug your thigh against him as his tongue immediately laps at every dip and crease of your cunt. His eyes nearly roll back at being able to experience this again, his fingers holding firm without a single movement just so he can feel your body confirm that you want him just as much. 

The clench around his fingers are enough, and he licks around them only for a moment before returning his lips to your clit and giving you all he’s got. 

All he can feel is your legs tightening around his head, nearly lifting your ass up and off of the bed, all he can hear is his own moans vibrating through him each time he hears you react. 

Arguably, even after that brief moment of teasing from him, feeling his mouth so eager, much like before, sent you straight into a blissed state and made you forget about the restaurant, the shower, the weeks of pining before this. His mouth is so warm, and his vibrating moans sooth your clit through its desperate attempts to beg for more. 

You can’t help the fact that your legs hug his head, or the way your hands shoot down much like before, scratching through his hair before dropping down and spreading yourself open with two fingers solely to expose your clit in full to the assault of his tongue he’s giving you. 

He missed you so much, he missed this so much. Never again will he leave you wondering, from this point forward, you should be well aware that if you so much as pushed him to his knees and lifted a leg over his shoulder, he’d be eating like a fucking king. 

Still, even with his immense love for kissing your pussy until your legs shake, there’s more to be experienced here than just this. His pace slows with the reality of that, and only now does he move his fingers with intent, and he pulls back to see how you’re spreading yourself for him, even as your legs fall from his shoulders.

“Fuck.” He rasps, lips glistening with a mixture of his own saliva and your slick. 

You lend him a drunken smile, nodding slowly as you focus in on the way his fingers scissor you open. Within a blink though, his face is right there hovering above you, staring intently at the way you react to his fingers. 

“You look so good right now, you know that?” He compliments, leaning down again to plant a kiss against you, only pumping his fingers in faster when your kiss appears to be more hungry than his own. “God, I can feel you squeeze my fingers–” 

And it’s true, he’s seeing stars solely because he can feel the clench of your pussy walls pushing his two fingers together, almost pushing against his attempts to scissor you open and curl them into the spot inside he knows you have. He can only imagine how good that would feel if he were to…

His eyes squeeze shut in a drawn out moan at the thought, his own kiss growing more hungry as he releases the towel from his waist and quickens the pace of his fingers inside of you. 

You can feel him press his cock against you, and the weight of it only becomes heavier when his fingers pause inside of you just so he can slip them out and use those same slick-coated digits to hold his length down and against you before he slides it between your lips. Now coating himself in the same wet sensation. 

You listen closely to his moan, knowing that he seems fond of neglecting his own pleasure to the point of doing near-embarrassing things to get it back when he needs it the most. It’s strangled, almost. You can hear him swallow around it when he slides up harshly, bumping your clit and causing your shorts to stretch against the crease of your thigh. 

He seems so…desperate. Yet, he can have anything he wants. 

“Keep it spread open–” He mutters when he feels you try to remove the hand that had been holding your pussy out on display for him. “I want to feel all of it.”

God, you’ve never heard him say something so sexy. Easily you do as he says, now using both hands to hold either side of your pussy open for him, and feeling the underside of his length slide against your hole. 

You let out a pleased sigh, despite your shorts becoming a nuisance at this point. It’s easy to forget you’re still wearing them though, because they only become drenched more and more as the moments pass with Jake.

You can genuinely just assume that his cock must be aching as he does this, leaking all over you. That’s something you don’t mind at all, because the stimulation is far beyond what you could ever ask for. 

“Jake–” You try to speak, only to be cut off by his hand sliding under your head and his lips attaching yet again to you.

There, you can’t help it when you remove your hands and shoot them up to his face. Holding him there, feeling the way his jaw moves when he licks into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get as much of you as he can in this moment. 

His hips fuck forward much like they did into his palm all those weeks ago, and the anticipation of if or when he finally plunges it into you drives you to kiss him just as hard as he does you.

There is nothing but the sound of kissing in the room save for muffled moans from both of you, entirely tangled up together as he does nothing more than grind himself against you. His hand cradling your head and the other still pressing his length down and against you as close as he can manage. Yours, cupping his cheeks as he kisses you, up until you run one hand down to take over for him.

In that moment, with his free and now shaking hand, he pulls back entirely and just looks at you.

He’s out of it, entirely gone from this world as he stares down with his hair drying by the minute from that shower, messy as all hell with darkened hooded eyes. He continues to stare, each thrust against you becoming pointed to the extent that it almost feels like he’s already fucked you for hours. 

And then, you feel it. The weight lifting, your shorts being stretched until they’re sliding down your thighs and off of you, and then the warmth as he adjusts his hips just barely enough to line up with your quivering hole, practically begging for him to stretch you out for the first time. 

His eyes falter only for a moment when he realizes that this is a moment he will never forget. The way you look up at him with glassy and needy eyes, out of breath, seemingly loving him as much as he’s always loved you. 

“Yeah?” He whispers, not breaking eye contact even for a moment. 

“Please.” You mutter out, not fully intending for it to sound so broken.

And as broken as your voice was in that instance, he grows much weaker by it. Dropping his head with a deep sigh, a smile, and then a chuckle.

“You really, really, can’t look at me like that and expect me to be gentle…” He pauses to look at you again. “For your sake, please tell me to slow down.”

You can barely comprehend a word he’s saying when you can feel the head of his cock teasing where you need it the most. 

“Please.” You rasp out again, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing his body forward, ultimately sliding the tip of his length into you yourself. 

“Oh, fuck–” He chokes out before sucking in a breath and letting out a moan at the feeling. His body jerks at the sensation, the sound of your voice, the way you pulse around him. “Fuck, so good.” He continues to mutter, controlling himself for only a few seconds longer just to see if you have the ability to understand that he truly and honestly will not have the ability to go easy on you at this point. 

“Deeper.” You plead, squeezing your legs tighter around him, uncaring of his attempt to control the situation. 

That’s all it takes. Your broken voice already had him shaking, and now he’s giving up any and all control that he could have possibly hoped to have. 

Right there, with your legs hugging his waist, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head, and his hands finding purchase on either side of your shoulders, he sinks himself into you as deep as he can go and feels as if the life is being choked out of him over how fucking good it feels. 

He throws his head back in an erotic and attractive moan of relief, allowing you a glimpse at the expanse of his stretched neck, naked of any marked territory. Still, your vision goes white when the stretch hits you.

So big, so strong on top of you. You can imagine he really could fuck you hard, you hope he doesn’t go gentle on you at all, actually

“Shit, please,” You moan brokenly again, releasing your pillow and gripping his forearms. “Jake, god–” You have no words to describe how good he feels inside of you, you couldn’t begin to fathom trying to explain to him how perfect he is. 

It feels deep, deeper than you ever could have imagined. His length alone should have been enough to tell you that, but you hadn’t yet factored in the girth of it. So heavy inside of you, touching each soft and sensitive surface your pussy has to offer. 

Your body jolts in adjustment, knocking the breath out of you despite him not moving just yet. 

“Shh–” He soothes, not at all actually wanting to hush your cries for him. In fact, he’s simply saying it because he could quite literally release at any moment if you continue to speak and clench him like this. And when he finally looks down at you, he can’t fucking help it.

His hips move at their own volition, and he was right in believing there is no gentle fuck to be had here. He slides out only slightly, with the intent to fuck you as full of him as he can. He wants to stay deep, because you asked, and he wants to keep you feeling stretched around him because he can truly never get over the way you look and sound right now. 

You shake at the feeling of him pressing impossibly deeper into you, keeping his hips flush against you before snapping his hips back more now. A slightly empty feeling inside of you being filled once again within a second. 

His moans sound beautiful, he feels beautiful, and all you can do is stare up at him with watery eyes and a slack jaw, wondering why it took him so long to do this with you.

Wondering why it took you so long to want it at all, when now, you think you could never feel this good with another person again. 

His arms flex in your grasp with each thrust, and his eyes land on each visible part of your body before he weakens his stance and lowers himself to you, hips still fucking you open at a pace that’s only becoming more and more rapid, more and more fucking blinding. 

“Yeah, yeah–” Jake suddenly chimes with out of breath words, kissing you before you can comprehend or respond to those words. “No one has ever reacted like this for me–” He continues, pointing his thrusts harder into you. “Feels so good, so tight around me.” He chokes up at the last few words, stuttering his and picking up a different pace.

This time, those harsh thrusts pull back further, emptying you before slowly pressing into you again. 

“I want you to remember how this feels,” He continues, seemingly rambling against your lips with each slow thrust. “No one will ever fuck you like I will.” 

Your hooded eyes shoot open with arousal at his confident boasting. Those words feel so final, as if it isn’t even a rule, but a logical fact that only the two of you could ever find to be true. 

You can’t even manage a response, and instead moan before tucking your lips up and against his neck, using one hand to grip his hair and skew his head. 

That once naked and markless neck is no more. He is yours, and you’re lucky enough now to know that this is exactly how he wants you to feel. 

“Ahh, you like that?” He questions your reaction to his words, feeling your hips make attempts to meet him halfway with each thrust. “You like when I talk?” He continues to urge your sucking lips to speak out to him, to answer him, to boost his ego just a bit more. 

“So much,” You nearly whimper against his neck, moving your lips to another spot. “Love when you’re confident like this–”

He’s in heaven hearing those words. As if it’s a confirmation that he wasn’t just talking dirty. You both truly take those words and will fuck by them from this point forward. He truly doesn’t want anyone else, and hopefully, you’d never give another person the chance to make an attempt to fuck you the way he does. 

And then the room falls silent again, as if Jake is focused on reminding you with each passing second that he’s never been more sure or right of something in his life. Despite you already believing him, the way his cock pulses inside of you is enough of a reminder even if he had never said it in the first place. 

His pace quickens again, and then slows, and then stutters. Only to fall back into a good rhythm before his entire body starts to shake through the act. 

You wonder if this is it. Is this how his body reacts when he’s about to cum? Is this what his face looks like? Is this what his eyes do? Did his arms strain like this the first time? Did his moans come out as choked and desperate? 

None of that matters, because as quickly as it started, he buries himself into you again and stays in that one spot, shaking and timidly looking down at you. 

“Don’t move, please, don’t move.” He practically begs, losing himself to the way your hips chase the feeling of constant stimulation. “Stop moving.” He pleads again, pulling his chest from you and sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock in place deep within you. 

You watch him, unable to keep your hips still, and he watches you– trying to keep his orgasm under control before seeing your fingers trail down your stomach and to your clit.

There, he loses himself, watching you rub the soft spot just above where his cock stuffs you full. 

“I can’t,” He chokes out, snapping his hips back and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling. “Fuck, I really can’t.” He continues to mutter out, pressing his strings of cum ever deeper inside of you as he feels every muscle in his body tense. 

It feels so sensitive, but he can’t stop moving, feeling his cum fill you up to the point it’s surely being pressed out of you by his desperate length wanting nothing more than to stay inside of you.

You moan through it with him, encouraging him to lose himself inside of you, and he’s so beautiful when he does it. The fact that he does it at all has your body tensing on its own. Teetering on the edge of your own orgasm with the way your fingers almost aggressively chase after the feeling he appears to still be releasing inside of you.

And then, emptiness. You are left empty and dripping, fingers still chasing your release before–

“What the fu–” You moan, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue instantly back on you. As if he’s looping back to the beginning of it all, uncaring of tasting himself solely because through it all, he can still taste you. “Jake, Fuck–yes, right there.” You continue to groan when he replaces his tongue against your hole with his fingers, fucking into you as quickly as he can before nudging your fingers away and taking over the chase of your orgasm. 

You’re entirely amazed by how eager he is to pull it from you, and that alone is enough. The desperate ways in which he decided to pleasure you right in this moment, it’s enough.

Your hands instantly reach for his hair, gripping so tightly that you can hear the pained sound he lets out at the sheer force behind it. You very nearly rub his nose in the mess he’s made of you out of the sheer arousal you feel through your orgasm. 

You’re seeing white, feeling his fingers expertly work you open and somehow don’t feel disappointed at all that you didn’t get there before he pulled out of you. You can still feel him dripping out, fingers squelching and sliding through the mixture of both orgasms inside of you. And his tongue, good lord his fucking tongue, licking up every bit and eagerly flicking your clit at a pace much faster than he offered before.

And now, you find your legs nearly kicking him across the room. As soon as the orgasm subsides, your body goes into overdrive with the overwhelming sensitivity between your legs and all he can do is laugh at the way you practically do kick him.

Right off the bed, actually, he tumbles. 

You lay there, staring into space as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality when you see his messy hair and glistening eyes peek from the edge of your bed at you. His shoulders huffing with each deep breath he takes. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You manage to gasp out, spread eagle and almost completely naked on your bed save for the forgotten shirt that’s still pushed up to your collarbone. 

He makes his way back up to you, pressing your legs together, lowering your shirt, and planting his heavy dead-weight right on top of you. 

A solid ten minutes pass as the two of you lay there in the mess you’ve both created. Heavy breaths turn to easy, balanced breaths together. You can barely hold your eyes open when he finally rolls off of you and right up against your side. 

“Can I ask you something?” He mutters, throat dry and stomach growling embarrassingly loud. 

“Hm?” You hum out, entirely ready to just sleep in the mess.

“Are you always like that?” He questions, a little hint of doubt breaking his confidence. “Like, did Sunghoon see you act like that too?” 

You crack your eyes open and instantly turn to face him. 

“You’re insane if you think Sunghoon is that good. I’ve never used the word ‘please’ in my life.”

Jake glances away, thinking to himself and letting those words sink in.

“Well,” He starts, pausing and feeling that little pit in his stomach return. “That’s a lie because I’ve heard you use your manners at least twice in the years I’ve known you.” 

You smile, loving that the two of you can still be somewhat catty and playful even after the fact that you just realized how insanely in love with him you are. 

“Jake, no one has ever made me act like this in bed.” You try to reassure him. “I don’t think anyone else could, besides you.”

He smiles with a nod, running his hands down your body before pausing at the half dried cum that managed to make its way up to your stomach. And then? He groans. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It’s insane really, that all it took for you to fall in love with the person you think you were always meant to love was him admitting it. Even more insane that he decided to take the route that involved faux playful head, with no feelings attached despite his feelings being deeply fucking attached. 

Still, the route taken to get to this point, he thinks, is fitting for the two of you. Especially now that he can look at Sunghoon without wanting to strangle him, and he can look at you knowing you’d very much invite him to strangle you, you know, considering the fact that you’re now trying to explore every sexual realm in the fucking universe with him.

Even with the desperate need to have you under him any chance he gets, and the fucking, and the arousal, none of it shines brighter than the small intimate moments he has with you that aren’t weighed down by pining or lust. 

As playful as the two of you are together, there is so much love here. So much love to still be discovered too, and he can’t help but feel excited by it. 

Romance isn’t dead, despite how the two of you tried to fucking butcher it. 

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My headcanons for mike & co

Vito

Co-host w/ Mike from ages 14-16

Mentally 18-19 ish

System big brother

Handles a lot of the family issues

The one who steps up fr

Sexual Protector Alter

Trauma Holder, but doesnt have a full picture of their trauma

Sexualizes self for attention

Just a cool guy if u get to know him

Wishes he was more built irl lol

He was the one dating their first girlfriend

She didnt know about their DID, both Mike and Vito would rather keep that private

Wants a normal life

Also held down their first job (semi-canon)

He gives a shit but can be emotionally reserved

He doesn’t hate Mal, he just finds him frustrating

A bit of a troublemaker but not out of wanting bad for the system, it’s just the way he is

Creeped out by Mal, thats why he doesn’t like him

Secretly holds grudges but doesn’t tell them unless he’s picking a fight

Kinda a pothead

Chester

Mentally 60s-70s

No specific trauma memories, but he was split from trauma

Has never been the host but he switches in quite often

One of the first alters to have been discovered by their psych

At first the psych thought they were faking just cause of how theatrical Chester was, and how much it annoyed Mal

The psych thought they were faking to get out of juvie

Not to help, Mal said it was a “voice in his head” and would talk to him out loud, not caring who heard

He’s not an introject, but they don’t know why he’s old

He just is who he is

They don’t know why he has a scar over his eye, they presume there’s a trauma reason for it but nobody has any memory of something bad happening to their eye

He feels like he’s a grandfather to Mike, but the feeling’s not reciprocated

Not yet at least

Mike learns to love him

He gets annoyed by Chester still but he finds him more endearing

He likes his hot beverages and pastries

And yelling at the tv

He finds commenting on everything so entertaining

He’s co-con 80% of the time

He finds fronting to be physically exhausting, like it makes him physically feel his age

Has chronic pain in his hips and joints, his psych says it’s phantom pain

He loves his psych, he could go on for hours

He loves little kitty cats! There has never been a cat he couldn’t pet

He wishes he was more welcome when visiting nursing homes, he feels lonely but they don’t like his “portrayal” of an old man

He had gotten kicked out before

Actually, he gets kicked out of places quite often

He has health anxiety and constantly thinks he’s going to fall ill and die

His doctor is so fed up

He believes so many wives tales and basically you can tell him anything and he will believe you (unless he’s in a mood, then he’s just going to shout at you)

Mal

Ambigious early childhood to age 13 host

Mentally shifts between 13 to 17

Persecutor/Protector

Mainly a physical protector, kind of the mind’s back up plan for when things get rough and he needs to protect himself or take action

Holds most of the memory of the physical abuse

Split directly for that reason

He was one of the first

Hates his parents and tries to cause problems as a revenge for all the abuse he endured

Sadistic for this reason

He knew from a very young age that nobody was coming to save him, and they never did

Telling all the trauma he knew about in a court ordered psychiatric evaluation was the main reason he got diagnosed, but he was hoping it was going to put his parents in prison

It didnt

He was originally going to be diagnosed with ASPD before they scrapped that for just a DID diagnosis, mainly because his symptoms were too mixed and inconsistent due to the other alters existing

He still agrees ASPD fits him though and after TDAS he does more specific treatments for it in therapy

They do get diagnosed with ODD though

Basically everyone but Svetlana shows symptoms for it

Mal has it the worst because he has so much pent up hatred from everyone who hurt or failed him

And he only gets the bare minimum when he takes it into his own hands, but its better than nothing

Really clashed with Zoey at first but he was the one to make her understand them more, in his own roundabout way

Actually became close friends with Zoey even if they have their conflicts

Mike

Same age as body

Kinda bigender tbh but he’s not ready for that

Thinks he should be the one to call all the shots because he thinks hes the original

Hes not, there is none

Doesn’t have a lot of childhood memories

Nobody tells him about their trauma

Besides Mal when he’s trying to prove a point

He hates Mal because Mal threatens his sense of control

He overcompensates, being a system scares him so if he’s in charge he will be able to make sure everything’s ok

Just finally coming out of denial, still half in it

He hates being a system

Rude to his alters!!!

After All Stars, he sees his psych again who scolds him

And teaches him to accept his disorder

He does better

He compromises more, he learns that his alters are people too, he adapts to his multiplicity and eventually is the key to achieving functionality between all of them

He struggles to accept Mal, because of his persecutory nature, but he learns why Mal does what he does and with a little work from them both they are able to compromise

Mal has to grow and learn too don’t get me wrong

Svetlana

Same age as body

Transbian

Doesn’t mind being a system tbh

She likes the company

Hosts for short periods but only for upcoming competitions really because its hard for her to pretend to be a singlet

She doesn’t like hiding who she is, she’s way more open about her DID than the others are

She wishes she has more girl friends to talk with but they all know her as mike or mal :(

Total sporty girl she is multi talented in soooo many sports

Gymnastics is her fav obv

Why she has an accent? Who knows? Possibly an introject or maybe shes just like that but as far back as they remember she was there

They are all confused

Has good childhood memories, trauma free

She definitely loved recess and fronted a lot during the school years

Loves making friends, shes very social and kind!!

She’s also the most understanding and gives the best advice

Very emotional and it can be quite theatrical, on par with chester

She’s the one who gets along the most with their parents

Picky eater

She likes to eat clean and hates that the other alters eat meat because she finds it soooo gross

Has her own separate drawer in their dresser for her clothes

Bird lover and has owned pet birds before

Manitoba

Introject, half indiana jones-half steve irwin

Not a fusion he was just made like that

30s-40s

The most recent split

Has a fleshed out part of the interworld including NPCs (like his wife) and spends most of his time there (semi-canon)

He doesn’t prefer to front, he just found total drama fun to compete in

Dreams of traveling the world

Really longs for his innerworld to be real

Tries to keep everyone in line

Wishes they would be less trouble

He doesn’t side with anyone, which makes Mike very angry but he can also see a side to Mal that Mike can’t

He’s the most logical and level headed one

Loves collecting things especially memorabilia from places he’s been

He knows so many animal facts and just general knowledge

It makes Mike feel stupid cause he doesn’t know all that but its in his brain, it confused him how that works still

[everytangbo]

DRAFT- Five moment they almost realized they're in love. [1/5]

(yes, I'm reusing this one, cause I made it for this moment)

As annoying as it was, it comes with a deep yearning for something beyond his reach, as he's been waiting for the day it could happen again.

And so, it was long since the details leading up to the event had faded from his memory.

That day he was beyond upset, mad even; not everyone knows that, but Chung Myung always had the bad temper of a moody teenager. He wore rage as much as his uniform. So, no, he cannot remember every trifle that has pissed him off throughout his life.

However, some yobbo said something that stirred something within him, something that shouldn't have hurt the way it did. It felt heavy, gross, like gurgling mud inside his guts.

And, after settling things up, he couldn't handle being around a bunch of meddler, so he just runned for a quiet place to rest. Of just a better place to be in.

Although it happened far from Chengdu, it was still closer than Weinan. Sulking alone in Tang Bō's room was just the most logical conclusion.

He invited himself in, as usual, and went straight to his room. Unsure how long he sat there on the frame of his window. Drinking the first beverage he found in his room; that lavish bastard

That spoiled brat. He even got into the habit of labeling apart the toxic bottles, not that he saw any risk in it, let alone anyone else taking them by themselves.

“I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” Tang Bo disrupted the silence. He had the decency to look embarrassed for keeping his unexpected visitor waiting. "I felt you arrived an hour ago, I was wondering how long it would take you to vandalize my work.

Chung Myung chucked and gave a grin. "How so? you already darn good at self-sabotage"

Tang Bō rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to come. But there was an... Inconvenience... And I mean the elders." Tang Bo brushed off, closing the door behind him. Chung Myung took a jug, looking out the window with little interest . "Is something the matter?"

Chung Myung shrugged. "Eh—"

He took another jug.

Now, here's a thing Chung Myung refuses to understand: One of them was actually good at shoveling their feelings inside a locked chest, swallowing the key, and throwing it down the highest cannon. But it wasn't him.

Chung Myung thought he was good at hiding it; but no, he was good at hiding, not at hiding it.

Instead, Chung Myung failed to understand how Tang Bo could simply crack his skull open to scavenge every corner of his mind. Clung his fingers around his brain and knead it, skin him and slice him open. Tang Bo never struggled to embrace him as the ugly sack of flesh and bones he was.

What he did then, was what Chung Myung was expecting. Because Tang Bō was so emotional, he had to walk near him, do something so everly sentimental like placing a hand on his shoulder. Chung Myung saw it coming, he'll do something to cheer him up and Chung Myung will be falling for it. Like an idiot.

There it was: a hand on his shoulder, a squeeze, and smile, Bō's dimple showed on his left cheek —the way it always showed when he was looking at Chung Myung, he wondered if people were even aware of its existence—.

Bō sat in front of him. So close. Too close, Chung Myung noticed. With his knee pressing a spot inside his legs. Ah, he didn't see that coming. Chung Myung could only watched enthralled, as Bō took the bottle from his hands and leaned forward, so inviting.

Chung Myung saw nothing but his pair of pleading puppy eyes. He couldn't help but lean forward too, mirroring his movements, waiting for something to happen. If only Chung Myung could see his own eyes to see the way he looked at Bō.

Once more, Bō caught him off guard, closing the distance and pressing their foreheads together.

Chung Myung was rarely shaken by anything.

But it never crossed his mind that kind of touch was possible. That people could sit that way, that close, touch like that. It had him wonder if what they were sharing had ever been shared by anyone else. If that kind of closeness was even right. That maybe he was experiencing something that was meant to be forbidden, a new form of transgression.

Not that he cared.

It surely felt like something bound to be secret, just for the two of them. Something that no one else was allowed to witness nor know about, that couldn't —shouldn't— happen outside those walls.

It was only theirs to share.

His breath was still caught in short gasp, he didn't mind losing air if it meant that he could get to preserve that moment a little longer. So he stayed perfectly still, and left it all to him.

Then, there was a hush, a short sentence, something he wish he could remember instead of the shiver it sent down his spine. So soft, so kind, he could hear a smile in his voice.

Chung Myung mumble as well, agreeing with whatever Bō said and stayed like that. Whether it was a minute or an eternity. Until whatever he was troubled about seemed trivial, and he realized it was, so let the turmoil fade.

[password-door-lock]

Unknown has a complicated relationship with sleep. 

He's always tired, but he never wants to admit that he needs to sleep. If you try to explain to him that everybody has to sleep at some point, he’ll only get annoyed with you. Who do you think you are to tell him what he needs? The way he sees it, he’s basically a machine anyway, so shouldn’t he at least get the benefits associated with a mechanical existence? But instead, every few days, his body forces him to sleep until his nightmares wake him up. 

He tries to stave it off as long as he can with caffeine, sugar, and cold showers. Sometimes, he’ll ask you to wake him up if he falls asleep in front of his computer— he’s never pleased about it when you refuse, but he also never retaliates. He doesn’t have the energy, and besides— at least he knows that you won’t hurt him or take advantage of his vulnerable state even when he tells you to.

Eventually, though, he has to sleep. He doesn’t like the thought of leaving you alone in the intelligence room when he’s unconscious elsewhere— what if some believer comes in and you say something misguided that makes you wind up in the basement? What if the Savior comes by and decides to question you about Unknown’s inactivity? There are simply too many variables to account for. The easiest solution, of course, is to sleep when you sleep, although it goes without saying that he'll be waking up before you. In Unknown's opinion, you spend far too long just laying there and nowhere near enough time helping him with his revenge.

You try to baby him even on his good nights. You bring him the best, most filling dinners you can throw together with the ingredients in the kitchen; these are usually accompanied by hot beverages to counteract the biting cold of the intelligence room. You’re about the only person (aside from the Savior, of course) from whom he would accept a mysterious drink, but Unknown has to admit that he enjoys the sweet vanilla chamomile that you always serve him. Though his rational mind knows that he can’t afford to take long breaks from his work, his body is soothed by the tea. 

If he’s exhausted enough, Unknown might agree to lay down with his head in your lap and let you play with his hair as he falls asleep. It’s easy for him to spin this position as a power move— obviously, you’re giving him this attention because like him, right? You wouldn't do anything like this for any of those bastards in the RFA. You’re trying to show him affection, to thank him for saving you— Unknown can allow that. Besides, it feels nice, and isn't he allowed to enjoy simple pleasures like this in between finishing his work? It's basically the same thing as eating ice cream or sending cryptic texts in hacked RFA chatrooms.

He likes falling asleep to the sound of your voice. You can even lull him back to sleep after he’s woken up from a nightmare, if you play your cards right. Tell him how good he is while you pet his hair, but don’t you dare breathe a word to him about it when he wakes up in the morning (or, more likely, in the middle of the night). After the fact, he feels a lot less powerful and a lot more pathetic, especially if there was a nightmare involved. The thought of whimpering and whining at you when he wasn’t awake enough to stop himself makes Unknown feel a little sick. Secretly, he's grateful for both your care and your discretion, though you'd never get him to admit it aloud.

He doesn’t want to want any kind of comfort, but the more time he spends with you, the less frequently he refuses when you offer. You might even be able to get him to let you read to him— entertainment as a concept is entirely foreign to Unknown, so it’ll take him a while to figure out what kind of stories he likes to hear. Really, what he likes best is the sound of your voice and the fact that you actually listen when he expresses a boundary or a preference. If you ask very nicely and you’re very lucky, he’ll even let you kiss him on the forehead as he drifts off into dreamland. 

Even if he still only gets a few hours of sleep each night, at least he’s resting better than he was before you came to him.

[maranull]

Doing most of these OC prompts/asks unprompted cause I have brainrot and I want to. Except for the five I answered here.

Azatuhi lore dive under the cut!

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👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

Green/purple. Green is more prominent and it stands out more from the black of her sclera. But the purple can be seen at the edges, if you get close enough.

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Depends. They can convince a stranger that elephants fly, but if she tries to lie to a friend or someone close to her, she short-circuits.

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Yep! She hasn't met any themself, but she knows they exist.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Hatred. It's much easier to fall back into her old self when she becomes truly furious, and she often fears that they might lose control.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Hmm. It's weird. Sometimes they might start weeping cause a frog managed a big jump, sometimes they stay stone faced when seeing people mourning their lost ones. It's weird, there's no specific thing or situation that gets her, more like how she's mentally at the time.

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

Not really. Aza prefers to talk things out if possible.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

They smack their tongue when thinking, the sound can get annoying. When she's annoyed but doesn't want to say anything, her tail becomes like an unpredictable whip, so it's best to learn to stay away.

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

She doesn't consider her creator family. She does feel bad for her sister, but she won't cry when she dies.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

Fight.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

They are a very light sleeper and it's really hard to actually start sleeping. It helps hugging something, be it a plushie or her partner.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

A good toast does the job for them.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

She doesn't know when she was born actually. Her partner threw out the idea to make up a birthday at the day she broke free of her creator and they now celebrate that.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Honey right out of the beehive.

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

She prefers going to the tavern, but they are alright with cooking.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

Hot! They really like testing different leaves for tea. Half the time they get sick, so it's good their partner is a healer :P

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

Fav fruit is strawberry! Not a huge fan of veggies, but they like broccoli cause they think it looks nice.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

Strawberry again! She actually doesn't really like cakes, usually she just gets a slice out of politeness.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Nope.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

After being freed from their creator, they don't really have any grant goals or hopes. They just like traveling around, without any ambitions.

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

She gets angry easily, but rarely lets it show. When she finally explodes, whomever pissed her off better run.

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

Nope.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Summer. They really love the touch of the sun on their skin.

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

She loves it! Her favourite thing is listening to the sounds around her. She also really likes spotting wild animals.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Sort of. They wake up really early but don't leave the bed/bedroll until someone starts nudging them.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

That the Dark Urge will suddenly return and she's lose control.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

The ease and skill with which she can kill. She doesn't like it, but if need be, she can tear anything apart with her own hands.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

Harm to others.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

That she's her creator's daughter.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

She has none, and that's probably for the best.

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

They do. Most of their life, they thought they were unlucky, but after breaking free, her partner and having real friends, that belief is slowly changing.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Oh, yeah. The decision isn't easy, but if her partner, her friend or her friend's kid were in danger, she would turn the world to ash.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

There's no specific inspiration that I can think of... The first think was her curved horns :P

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

Does playing fetch with her dog count? :P She's pretty fast and agile at that.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

They can, but they don't like it. The ocean fascinates and scares them.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

They can be pretty loud when they want, but usually keep their voice down. Their voice is a bit raspy and rough.

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

She does. Doesn't have a fav book but she's generally into myths and legends. Given how she's seen some legends be truth, she likes to imagine that all of them are real.

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Curiosity and loved ones in danger.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Hurting her. And lying, though it depends on the lie and the reaction of the person when they get caught/come out with it.

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

Winging it all the way babyyyy!

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

Not rich, but the lifestyle she wants is pretty cheap so she's doing just fine with busking and the occasional tavern gig.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

They mostly like practical gifts, like balm for her horns or new boots. But if someone makes her something, no matter how useless it is, they'll hold it dear forever. They decent-ish at gift giving.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Cute, as long they are not her full-time responsibility. They babysit for their friends kid, and they like the little guy, but they're content with being the cool aunt.

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

First thing is making sure that their loved one is okay. When they are stabilised/healed, hell breaks loose and whomever hurt them is not going to see the next sunrise. They don't blame themself, they take things as they come, and the past is the past. She'll do all she can do in the present and hope that's enough.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

As the cool auntie and a good friend. And if younger bards played some of her original songs, that would be pretty cool.

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

Pretty decent. It's her job after all.

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

Lyre and drums! Bit of lute and flute too, thought very basic stuff with those.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

Whatever pants she can find and a shirt. She doesn't really care about clothes outside of her job. When performing she just wears her classic bard outfit that she has painted with red tones.

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

Nope! They like doodling circles thought and sometimes they happen upon a good looking pattern by accident.

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

On time, sometimes earlier.

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

They trust easily, but their trust also breaks easily as well. They would betray acquaintances if given compelling enough reasons, but they would never betray their closest people.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

Most likely to headbutt a goat. Most likely to make dumb jokes.

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

Nothing, she's doing pretty good on her own.

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

Azatuhi lives for art. Firstly for music, as that's what she's dedicated herself to, but she also loves art as a whole. She thinks a life without some joy being taken from art is a very sad one. She respects science and all that, thought she kinda treats it like art, as in considering a chemist an artist for example. She thinks it's just a different kind of artwork.

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

Nope. If she cuts a relationship there's no going back. She's pretty stubborn at that.

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

Their lyre(s). One is their own that they had since forever, the other she was given by an enemy that became a friend.

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

They try to be. They never received a formal education though, so all they learn is through their travels and life. They can read and write perfectly fine, both words and music.

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

If the one person is someone she knows and likes, RIP to the group. Though her first instinct would be to try and derail the trolley somehow.

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

Another one of her friends is pretty adept with lighting magic, so she learned to ignore the sounds.

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

Nope!

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

They were originally a Drow, a bit overly trusting and they also didn't really mind killing people then.

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Fucking run.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

They have written pieces about each of their friends.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

Their best friend was born somewhere in the stars, so they usually wonder where that place is in the vastness of the sky.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

Their partner :)

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

No specific traits and no belief in love at first sight.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Spending time close to them, small touches.

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

They don't separate much, but it isn't a big deal when they do. Her jokes are less flirty when their partner isn't around, but that's it.

[mojaves]

hehehehe pick five questions u really wanna answer for alex <3

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

see the thing is he does NOT have to travel. ever. he generally just. materialises wherever he is needed at literally any point in the day. so realistically he Could do that for simple things like. running errands. thats literally all he would use it for he has nothing else to do actually. ANYWAY. the materialising at will thing takes a LOT of energy, especially if he does it very often, so while it would be kind of more convenient in the long run, he would much rather just spend hours or days driving to his destination whenever he gets the free time to do that. keeps his energy in check. makes him feel a little more Human again. yknow. getting stuck in traffic. needing to stop for gas. the little things. he needs that more often than he would ever like to admit.

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

he is Undead. sort of. thats like. the best way to describe it. kind of a ghost??? but also not really. he exists in the same way we exist. but he also exists on an entirely different plane of existence. on his days 'off' from work [walking people through the journey between life and death. simplest way to describe it] he is basically. stuck. in this plane of existence. not necessarily powerless, like i said before he can de/rematerialise at will which is very useful for getting out of. sticky situations. which he finds himself in a lot bc he's insane and sometimes forgets people can actually both see And perceive him in this reality so he cant just. steal whatever he wants from a store. he can also communicate telepathically/read minds - which is very useful for getting a sense of how someone feels when theyre dead so he knows how to deal w them. even though he is the same with literally everyone he encounters anyway regardless. he's an asshole <3 and i hate him. these also drain his energy but to a lesser extent. and he can and will use these to cause problems on purpose.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

triple shot espresso. black coffee. the more likely it is to make you feel like your head is about to explode the better. he thinks it's 'delicious'. but he may also be lying to himself. i couldnt tell you one way or the other.

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

ambivert fits him best i think.... he thinks he prefers his time alone always and forever [and he DOES need to be alone sometimes] but his existence is a very lonely one and some company every now and again would do WONDERS for him. unfortunately he is very unpleasant to be around!!! he does NOT let people in he doesnt need to. they will be dead one day anyway. or theyre already dead. whats the point <333 [DUMBASS!!!!!!!!]

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

he is a Talker alright. to the point where he will NOT shut up. is he doing that to cause a distraction for more nefarious reasons??? is he doing it for his own entertainment just to annoy people???? is he doing it because he is so painfully desperate for contact and communication and connection with other people that he will go anywhere and talk to anyone to possibly have a chance at receiving it????? for even just a moment?????? who's to say!!! not me

[p1nkp0nkk]

💥, ☕️, 🙉, 🌌, 🏊, ✂️, 🚆, 🌪️ for. ask game. any oc I am. curious. I tried to only pick one interesting one from each section to limit myself but. oh my god there were so many sections. you don't need to answer all of those if you don't want to there's literally eight.

ill be. switching between ocs then to. try and provide the most interesting answers. may or.may not use different ocs for same question aswell

💥what emotions do they have trouble dealing with

dexter. cannot recognize being happy so instead it feels like adrenaline and it kinda stresses him out because for him adrenaline usually means that bones in danger. so it. scares bug really bad. (this is a self projection however i have since gotten over this)

☕cold or hot beverages, favourite drink?

i think. pink enjoys both actually but likes cold more. pink makes. a lot of coffee and tea but despite that i think she probably just like water or juice(cranberry in particular probably. just juice in general though)

dexter. likes black coffee. antrigus likes anything fruity and trigerz likes oil

🙉what is the worst thing your oc could hear from someone

im. actually not sure. pink has a really bad fear of making people anxious and stressing them out. shes overall a really anxious person so if she feels like she's done something wrong it'll. kill her internally forever. dexter has a. really bad fear of people being inlove with him. also his parents being mentioned. trixie hates being compared to people. i think ill go with pinks answer though.

🌌what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

i. honestly don't know. tbh most of my ocs come from intense daydreaming or dreams actually(antrigus is a. notable example) there's not really inspiration behind. any of them. i guess the first thing i decided about antrigus was. his backstory. when i made him he basically immediately had lore with trigerz

🏊can they swim? are they afraid of water? how well do they swim and how do they feel about swimming in the ocean

antrigus cannot swim and is. not aware of it. he can't swim because. hes a robot. hes not afraid of water, he wouldn't swim well and. he probably is barely aware the ocean exists since its not something he's been told about often

dexter cant swim, he's mildly afraid of water, he. actually swims not awfully because of his fear instincts. if you threw him in water he would panic and would figure it out for the moment and then forget. he does not like the ocean

pink can swim, shes not afraid of water but she doesn't like it, she swims. okayly. but she doesn't like doing it. she probably does not enjoy the ocean much

i cant swim. i am afraid of water. i swim awfully. i hate the ocean(im. counting myself becquse ryan is me and im ryan)

✂️what is the last straw for them to cut someone out of their life. how easily do they let go of people

pink doesn't tend to cut people off. she doesn't let go of people easily whatsoever(she will. cry for like 6 months atleast.) shes a massive doormat. you could use the shit out of her and its. pretty rare she'll do anything about it. i guess there's not exactly a final straw, just at some point she gets tired of it and explodes at you and then feels guilty and cuts you off and thats it

antrigus. cuts people off over everything. if you're not extremely similar to him he'll probably find you annoying and put you on his dnfi list. he doesn't care about basically anyone so he lets people go very easily

🚆 what is their answer to the trolley problem?

trick question. pink kills herself instea

pink. stresses really hard and probably accidentally hits the 5 people. however if shes thinking rationally she'll only kill one of them. she might really fuck up and kills all of them on accident instead(/j. mostly.)

dexter. hits the 5 people because he hates everyone. he probably actually finds a way to hit all of them. however if ill stop being an edgelord for a second; he might hit the five people instead because atleast they won't be alone when they die. i feel like that could also go for pink actually.

🌪️ whats the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

pink has. changed a ton. however im gonna use trigerz for this example. originally, trigerz was basically just antrigus. he was annoying he was loud he was a total asshole and he was full of himself. however, at some point i. changed him because i had antrigus for that now and i thought lore wise this would be better. trigerz is more self reserved, hes definitely still full of himself but a lot less and he knows he has his flaws now. hes loud once you get to know him and he's passive aggressive only if you're mean to him. i think the biggest chance ive ever made was. his personality. yeah.

incase you're wondering; pink has changed because. i made her her own character. originally she was literally just me

i. wanted to use seraphim and asmodeus for these atleast once but i couldn't fit them in anywhere so. feel free to ask again and ill see if i can do that(i also wanted to fit blink in somewhere)(did not work)(i think it just doesn't work because none of these are as developed as my main ocs lol)

[respondedinkind]

I know what I want and I do what it takes to get it.

That's some confidence speaking there, definitely so, and if Khan weren't as enticed by Tony's existence - by who he is, his behavior, the way he speaks and uses his charm on him as if he's some sort of magician, really - he would probably roll his eyes at those blunt words.

He's also quite sexy, to top it all off.

But no, what happens instead is that a warm shiver rolls along Khan's spine; It's not one of those he's been suffering from because of that fever that's raging inside his frame, but very much different in nature - sweet, almost, that taste lingering at the back of his tongue for few seconds. It only causes his interest to grow, sparks to appear behind his sternum, and Khan hums out a low noise as he tilts his head, sipping that warm beverage Tony had prepared for him earlier.

Oh, and yes, his bright blue gaze continues to rest upon that man, taking in the sight of him making himself a home in Khan's kitchen - no hesitation there, just determination, it seems, as he rummages through drawers and cupboards, getting himself situated.

To catch Tony a little off-guard then, just when he finally notices that Khan has returned to the kitchen instead of getting comfortable on the couch, feels a bit like a reward - and Khan cannot stop himself from smirking at that stutter he's met with, the slightly sheepish expression of a cocky guy who seems to be unsure how to handle another one's own bluntness.

One more sip of what could be poison, another hum, and that smirk that widens on full lips just mere seconds after.

"---Oh, you have no idea how interesting it actually is." And Khan is not even lying, not at all: To watch this guy do his thing, prepare everything he requires to make his chicken noodle soup, is very much fascinating indeed. Sure, some people would probably feel a bit annoyed about having a stranger touch all of their belongings as if privacy isn't really a concept of life - Khan, however...

Well. His customer is special, and has managed to catch his attention. So here he is, allowing Tony to receive it, and Khan isn't subtle about it in return.

"Go on, don't be shy. I'm very much curious about the preparation of what seems to be a spectacular chicken noodle soup.", he adds after a moment, the tone of his voice as cheeky as it can be, given the fact that he is still sick. To make sure he won't forget about it, his body actually makes him sneeze again, three fucking times; Khan manages to turn his head to the side and hold his elbow in front of his nose, eyes squeezed shut during the torture he goes through.

“I   know   what   I   want   and   I   do   what   it   takes   to   get   it.”   The   look   he   gives   Khan   at   such   a   confession   is   very   pointed,   conveying   the   desire   and   the   intention   Tony   had   when   it   came   to   him.   He   doesn’t   miss   the   way   the   other’s   gaze   seems   to   be   devouring   the   sight   of   him,   even   in   the   feverish   state,   and   he’s   fighting   the   urge   to   slowly   spin   in   his   place,   present   himself,   as   it   were.   Never   mind,   Tony   will   have   plenty   of   chances   to   do   so   later   on,   he’s   certain   of   it.   

Satisfied   that   the   barista   was   doing   as   instructed,   Tony   proceeds   to   once   again   rummage   cabinets   and   cupboards   until   he   tracks   down   everything   that   he   needs   —   knife,   cutting   board,   various   bowls,   a   whole   rack   of   spices   and   mainly   the   largest   pot   he   could   find;   setting   up   a   neat   station   for   himself   to   work   in.   

And   he’s   so   preoccupied,   even   humming   a   happy   melody   to   himself,   that   he   has   completely   tuned   out   any   background   noise   or   movement   happening   until   he’s   picking   his   eyes   up   and   is   met   with   Khan’s   smug   look.   It   makes   him   jump   in   his   skin,   of   course   it   does,   because   he   has   not   expected   that   the   other   would   care   enough   to   observe   him   while   suffering   through   a   fever.   “I,   uh. . .”   Shit,   he   actually   managed   to   throw   Tony   off   his   balance   with   this.   “You’re   supposed   to   be   resting,   not   watching   me.”   It’s   a   lame   retort,   and   the   engineer   would   wince   if   he   didn’t   have   Khan’s   unwavering   attention   at   that   moment.   

It’s   a   bit   unnerving,   when   someone   retorts   to   his   blatant   flirtations   with   bluntness   of   their   own.   And   while   Khan’s   wording   was   subtle,   the   look   given   was   anything   but.   Tony   can   actually   feel   his   cheeks   heating   up,   and   the   smile   that   starts   playing   on   his   lip   this   time   around   is   not   entirely   confident,   but   rather   softer   at   the   corners.   “Me   making   chicken   noodle   soup   is   not   the   most   interesting   thing   to   observe,   anyways.”  

[xiaowhore]

drowning in you.

it is love that cannot be conveyed in words, a depth of longing immeasurable and indescribable; it pours from his gaze, honey-saccharine and achingly tender, a desire not fueled by lust but by devotion. it's delightfully sweet, as dreamy as spun sugar, and it is love you want to drink in for all of eternity, as long as the gods permit it.

(or, the ardent love that can be felt even in the simplest of things.)

XIAO: it shows in the way he's accommodating, in the way he insists he won't stoop so low to acquiesce with your whims but he does anyway. he complains when you text him in ungodly hours of the morning about your burger cravings, but accompanies you to a fast food joint at 3 a.m. without much argument. (or any, for that matter. in fact, he came along uninvited, saying “my conscience won't let me sleep for the rest of the night if i actually allow you to go alone this late” when he could've just, you know, say he's worried like a normal person.) he ignores your exaggerated whining when you tell him you miss him after two days of not seeing him, but makes an effort to seek you out the following day. he doesn't speak much when you tell him about a bad week full of worries and things going wrong, but he threads his fingers through your hair and strokes comforting circles on your back. (he does not tell you so, but it is easy to see how much he adores you.)

CHILDE: it shows in the way he's so sticky, an annoying little thing you can never get rid of. even if the distance between you stretches for miles, the phone calls and cute messages don't make it seem like it at all, like he's been there all this time. and when he physically is, his stickiness gets worse, fingers resting on your hip or chin propped on your shoulder. he is the most clingy darling to exist, but you can't find it in you to complain about it; you love it when he chases your mouth, lips brushing sweetly, bruising until you're kiss-bitten and clearly well-loved. it is easy to lose yourself in his embrace, worries melting away in the comfort of his arms, and easier so when he reassures you everything will be okay.

ALBEDO: it shows in the way he takes care of you, in ways that might not be noticeable at first glance. in the blurry haze upon just waking up, it is difficult to remember what you've been doing before falling asleep but you have enough sentience to recognize him sitting by the edge of the mattress, a novel between his hands. “hi,” you speak, and it takes him a short moment to press a bookmark amidst the pages and place it back down on the table in favor of giving you his undivided attention. “hello,” he greets back, pecking your nose. you smile when the tips of his hair brush along your cheek. “i ordered dinner. stay here while i reheat it, hm?” and off he goes to the kitchen. only when you sit up and spot another book by your bedside table do you remember you've been reading in the afternoon at the living room and dozed off unknowingly. it's not too hard to guess he must've carried you from the sofa to a proper bed, tucked a bookmark in the last page you left off, and remained by your side thereafter.

ZHONGLI: it shows in the way he's so considerate, in the way he's unfazed even when you show up on his doorstep drenched from the turbulent storm. a sheepish grin pulls at your lips as his eyes scan your figure, clothes clinging wetly to your skin due to the rain, and he tugs you inside his quarters, comparatively warmer than outside. he doesn't mind even if you soak his carpet, only throwing a towel around your body and ushering you to the bath, preparing hot chocolate while you're in the shower. later when you're already sipping on the soothing beverage, clothed in his oversized shirt and sweatpants and bundled in soft blankets, he blow-dries your hair and reminds you sternly to stop forgetting your umbrella at home. still, it barely qualifies as a scolding; he indulges you with cuddles as you spend the rainy day together.

KAZUHA: it shows in the way he's attentive, the way he recognizes your wants and needs. it is not an epic romance; he has not slain dragons for you, given his life to protect you, but he sacrifices his comfort when he notices you shivering in the cold, wrapping his scarf around your neck. he gives you spoonfuls of his meal when he catches you eyeing it, provides you cold soda when you mindlessly complain about the summer heat. he books tickets for a movie he knows you'll like, orders the dessert you're craving for before returning home. he gives you space when you need it, and gives you affection when you ask for it. if it is within his capabilities, he will do as you request, as long as you wish for it.

THOMA: it shows in the way he's affectionate, loving you even if he does not make it known. dead tired from a job, inky darkness blanketing the sky and your consciousness deep in slumber, he divests himself of stiff clothes and exchanges it for pajamas before slipping on the spot beside you, arms curled around your waist. you lean to his touch, groggy murmurs that he deciphers as “welcome home” answered with “i'm back,” peppering soft kisses on your face as his lashes flutter shut. his hands wander occasionally, pressing beneath your shirt; not so much for seeking pleasure, but for what the act is worth, a reassuring heat that lulls you back to sleep. any more words can wait for tomorrow — it is a sure thing to wake up beside you, anyway, and in the everchanging present, it is one of the constants in his life he treasures the most.

[the-travelling-witch]

oh this looks so fun holly!!! i would like to participate in rolling the dice please~

2 | genshin impact, zhongli (honestly are you even surprised lmao) | no genre, go crazy ;)

thank you and also congrats on 1k!! here's to many more bc you totally deserve it for all your amazing writing ✨💖🥂🍾💐

thank you so much dear!! ♡

i´m not surprised but still very much elated because i like writing zhongli i should do it more often; after all, i do quite enjoy the manner in which he chooses converse aka i like that he talks in fancy jsjshs

anyway, i hope you have as much fun reading as i had writing; without furtherado, let´s get the ball, or in this case the dice, rolling with...

IN VINO VERITAS

trope: drunken confession [space nr. 2]

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

genre: crack, fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption

second constellation event masterlist

You overestimated your alcohol tolerance. Or underestimated Zhongli´s. Or both. Probably both.

Much to your delight, the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor had asked you to accompany him to dinner this evening at ‘Third-Round-Knockout’. Seeing as you had been harbouring feelings for the man for quite some time now, you had been quick to agree.

You were well aware of the restaurant´s rather strong drinks, yet, as you listened to Zhongli´s melodic voice describing scenes from a time long past, your attention lay not with your glass but with the charming geo user right in front of you. Somewhere far back in your mind, a tiny voice wondered how he could know all of these ancient stories in such great detail but the more often your hand moved towards your beverage, the quieter it got.

And that was how you found yourself basically glued to his lips as your cheeks radiated a tingly warmth that slowly spread all throughout your body. Under normal circumstances, you´d stare much less obviously and would at least try to follow his explanations but right now you couldn´t really care.

“(Y/n)?” At the call of your name you merely hummed in reply. “(Y/n), I cannot help but observe a distinctive lack of attentiveness in you tonight. I wonder whether this is due to the lateness of the hour or whether there is something weighing heavy on your mind?”

“Or perhaps,” he studied your glass and then your complexion, bringing a gloved hand up to cup your cheek, “tonight´s beverages are affecting you more than they do affect me. My apologies, I should have been more considerate towards your tolerance when choosing. Please do believe me, it was not my intention to leave you inebriated by the time we part ways, it's just that I usually find myself in the company of those who can never seem to drink enough.”

“No, no, I´m fine! That´s not it!” Zhongli slightly cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow as you hurriedly waved your hands in front of you. “It´s really not the alcohol! It´s actually your fault!”

“Oh?” It was impressive how quickly you went from moving a mile a minute to being completely frozen in place. When Zhongli, however, seemed more amused than offended, you remembered how to breathe again. “Would you please care to enlighten me as to how it is my fault you´re so distracted?”

“It´s because of your stupidly distracting face of course! I mean seriously, how is it fair for someone to be this handsome? Like hello?? Normal people exist, you know,” you grumbled, your head supported by your hand now. Breathing out a heavy sigh, you continued with a dismissive wave of your hand. “You´re always so nice and gentlemanly, too. Like, you´re beautiful and well-mannered and also, like, really smart and that's just not fair. And then every time you talk to me, my heart does that stupid fluttery thing and it´s just ugh– Like, you´re you and I ´m me and I just really don´t know how to tell you that I like you more than a friend.”

For a moment, both of you just stared at each other, Zhongli with his brows drawn in surprise and you with a slightly annoyed pout. Then, realisation struck.

“Oh my archons! It´s– I didn´t–” After not being able to come up with any kind of sentence whatsoever, you buried your face in your hands, the embarrassment heating you up more than any kind of liquor ever could. “Oh Rex Lapis, please let the ground swallow me whole.”

“There will be no need for that.” Zhongli´s deep chuckle made you peek out from between your fingers and seconds later any sort of shield was taken from you as firm hands gently grasped your wrists and pulled your hands down between you two. You almost missed how his thumbs drew deliberately slow circles onto the palms of your hands as you lost yourself in intense pools of molten gold and amber. “I must say, even in a situation such as this, you´re so very precious.”

“Huh?” was a rather intelligent remark on your end.

“You mentioned previously your heart does, may I directly quote you, ‘that stupid fluttery thing’ whenever you talk to me. And although I might have expressed myself a little differently were I in your shoes, I can assure you the sentiment is the very same.” Gifting you a rare smile as he watched your mouth part in an awed ‘o’ shape, he continued. “Without wanting to sound too forward, I would like to invite you to spend the night at my humble residence, mainly because I wish to see you taken care of properly. But I also cannot deny wanting to keep you close now that our feelings lay bare before one another. What say you?”

“That sounds very nice,” you yawned. 

“Then so shall it be.” Draping his long coat over your shoulders, Zhongli held out his hand for you to take as you left the restaurant and began your walk through the tranquillity of Liyue Harbor´s night. “By tomorrow I´d like you to repeat yourself again. I must be sure it is you and not the drink talking. You´ll do that for me, right, dearest?”

You hummed and nodded as you drew the shoulders of his coat more snugly against you, practically melting into the cosy fabric. The man next to you couldn´t help but chuckle at your actions.

“Perhaps,” he mused, “you could also take that chance to tell me more about my… what was it? Ah yes, my ‘stupidly distracting face’, to make use of your phrasing.”

“Only if you promise to stop teasing me about this.”

“Ah, you see, a promise is not unlike a contract. One should not give one´s word when one is not certain to also keep it.”

“Zhongli!”

tag list: @mccnstruck

[blublublujk]

it was destiny (2)

part 1 part 2 part 3

word count: 3.8k

summary: dilfy jungkook and milfy reader’s first meeting

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. sope (nothing explicit)

warnings: 18+, swearing, alcohol, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, praising, fingering, head (m. to fem.), protected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum shot)

—> m.list

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“Do we keep the tab open?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Your drink.” The bartender slides another fruity beverage your direction. “Enjoy.”

The spiked drink burns your throat for a few seconds before it simmers. 

Work typically was slow. Not today though. Today there was paperwork on top of paperwork. Boring, long, and overwhelming paperwork. One hour lunch had been cut short, nothing suiting your liking. Hoseok, the coworker whom you shared a cubicle with, normally kept you entertained throughout the long dreadful weeks, but even he didn’t catch a break today. Everything about today sucked. When days were this difficult, the bar near work became home.

“This alcohol sucks.” Hoseok drags his feet against the railing, slightly puckering his lips, annoyed. 

You barely nod, dropping your head. “Does the job though,’ pursing your lips you mumble softly, shameful, ‘plus we get a discount here.”

“Mm, that we do.” Hoseok shrugs, bringing the glass to his lips. His lips pop savoring the taste, rubbing your shoulder gently. “Well, I should go. I have a long day tomorrow. My boyfriend wants me to go on some sort of fishing trip with him and some friends.” 

Hoseok shivers before he continues, “sounds like a nightmare but I owe him this much. You should head home soon though. Jia must be waiting. Should I call you an uber?”

You shake your head. “Jia’s at Namjoon’s, it’s fine. I’ll finish this drink and go. You go home to your loving boyfriend, I’m sure he already has your side of the bed ready.” Hoseok smiles, Yoongi always did so much for Hoseok and him for Yoongi. They loved and cared for each other dearly. It was the only thing keeping the hope inside you alive, maybe love still existed. 

“Well, take care, Y/N. Don’t stay up too late.” Hoseok advises, turning his attention to the bartender. “You can set it all on my tab. Thank you.”

You couldn’t even reach Hoseok, he slipped out of sight before you could even stop and thank him. He was always nice enough to pay for your drinks. On days you would get lucky or he was feeling nice, he would let you pay for his. It’s why you kept him close. He was genuinely a great friend, always keeping your head up. He was one of the few friends you entrusted Jia with. Everyone loved Hoseok and was a part of your family, at this point. 

“Can I get you anything else?” The bartender offers politely.

“No, this will do. Thank you.” He turns back to his duties with a smile on his face.

The bar was always filled with people you assumed were staying at the hotel. Most people still carried their personal belongings, their cravings beating the need to settle in their rooms. Different faces living different lives. Sometimes, your brain would distract itself by coming up with all sorts of stories attached to random faces as they walked past. It was a fun little hobby.

That is when he came in. 

A man dressed so casually, a plain black button down, stylish jeans, expensive black slip-ons. His hair was a ruffled mess, covering his eyes. He had on a black mask shielding the bottom half of his face. Everything was dark. 

He made his way to the back of the bar, settling in a booth. He is waiting for someone, you think. Phone was in his hand but it didn’t seem like he was doing much. 

Your eyes focus back on the drink in your hands, downing the remaining of it when a sudden ring comes from your phone. 

You're quick to answer, pressing it against your ear. “Hello?”

“Y/N.” It was the same voice that you avoided during work, your awful boss.

“Mr. Han, how may I help you?” There wasn’t a single bone in your body willing to actually help.

“I need a favor.” Your face dropped into the counter where your arms rested. Mr. Han always needed a favor and more. 

“What can I do for you, Mr. Han?” The words barely make it out. 

“I’ll need you to be at my office early tomorrow,’ things shuffle in the background, your head starts to ache, ‘look, I know it’s your day off but work never rests. If we don’t get these reports done quickly, we’ll be backed up until next year. I can’t afford that. I expect you here at 7 a.m. Does that work for you?” He asks, as if he even cares to hear your response. 

No, it didn’t work for you. “Actually, Mr. Han I—,’ he cuts you off, ‘great! I’ll see you tomorrow. Rest well. Goodnight.”

The call cuts off, letting out a frustrating groan. 

Yeah, today fucking sucked.

“Are you okay?” A voice worries.

You look up to find it. 

It was the same man that had come in minutes ago. The random, whose company never came. The mask wasn’t on his face anymore, noticing a cute mole below his lower lip. His eyes were sharp, focusing his attention, nobody even seemed to be in the room after that. He was stunning. 

“Yeah.” You answer short.

“Rough day at work?” He asks, propping a seat near yours.

Caught by surprise, you only nod. 

“Can I offer you another drink?” His voice is gentle, at the same time it’s strong, manly even.

Shaking your head, you set the glass down. “I’ve had enough for tonight.”

He nods, his lips form an understanding smile.

��Uh, I should go,’ rising from your seat you take one last good look at him, ‘thanks. For the offer, I mean. Take care.”

“No problem.” The stranger waves, still a polite smile on his face as you walk away. 

Without much notice, you mirror his smile. 

—

Days pass and you are back in the same seat, in the same bar, with the same drink. Some habits never change for you, but you prefer things this way. Change was never easy as you had learned the hard way. Namjoon begged to have Jia for an opening–night to a movie they anticipated. This time Hoseok didn’t have time to follow. He was left stuck at work and if you didn’t feel like destroying the entire facility, you would have stayed and helped but your brain could never possibly allow you. 

“No, he would never understand me.’ You can’t help but to hear the conversations around you. ‘He’s a fucking idiot. You deserve so much better than him.”

“I do, don’t I? I’m hot, I’m fun, and I’m way better than any other girl he’s ever been with.” The girl rambles on, you are intrigued to say the least. 

“Exactly. Fuck him.” Some silence carries and then she replies, “Oh, I did.” And laughter follows.

“Drain him of his money. It’s the least you deserve for putting up with his lame excuses.” The girls high five each other, the scene forming a small smile on your face.

“Back again?”

The chair beside you now filled, startling you a bit until you laid eyes on the suspect. “It’s you.” 

The stranger smiles with all his teeth. “It is.” His voice is still polite, friendly, gesturing at the glass in your hands. “Another bad day at work?”

“No actually. Not too bad today.’ You think for a minute, gripping the glass a bit harder. ‘I just felt like getting fucked up.” 

He laughs at your honesty, appreciating every bit of it. “That’s two of us now.”

Pursing your lips, you can’t help but to pry. “Are you staying at this hotel?”

The man thinks for a second. “I hold a sort of permanent residence here.”

“At this hotel?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Not expecting that, you're left in silence. But a part of you, curiously imagined why he would hold a residence here. He had to have money, that’s for sure. Not anyone could afford expenses like these.  

The man reaches for a sip of whatever he was drinking, hard liquor must have been his choice of the night. “Are you staying here?” His curiosity spilling.

You shake your head. “No. Never.” 

“Would you like another drink?” He points at your now empty glass, your brain yelled no, but the situation between your legs said otherwise. 

A smile set on your face. “Sure.”

A couple drinks later, the man innocently starts unbuttoning his shirt, leaving the first three buttons torn open. The man is undeniably attractive. A hook-up at this bar came easy. People most likely already had rooms so it was just that easy. In desperate times, you had your fair share of them. The alcohol definitely helped to loosen you both up, conversations were easy and it consisted mostly of rumors that ran throughout the hotel.

“It’s funny, I had never seen you here before until a few days ago.” You muse. 

The man raises his brow. “I could say the same about you.” 

“Yeah, maybe it was destined.” Your voice was dry with little to no belief behind your statement. You didn’t even believe in such a thing but the theories were always fascinating. 

The man shrugged it off. “Maybe.” 

“See the man on the right across from us.” The man follows your train of sight. “Mm.” 

“Totally hooking up with the bartender from here.” 

The man laughs before he replies, “that would be his wife but clearly to a regular here I could see how it may rub off the wrong way.” 

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.” Laughter is shared, the man carrying himself so easily around you. Surprisingly, he made you feel safe, things were easy around him. You felt stupid for thinking such things because you barely knew him but he made you feel so… comfortable.

The man seems to tense before he asks, “tell me something.”

You blink. “Tell you what?” 

“Earlier, I said that a few days ago was the first time I had ever seen you.” He hesitates. “But that— That was a lie. I’ve seen you here before with some guy. Are you with him?”

Your eyes widen. So many nights spent at this bar and not once did you notice his presence. It made you wonder what he has witnessed. If he held some residence here, and if it wasn’t his first time he ever saw you, did he know things about you? Did he know who you were? Had he heard from your conversations here? You couldn’t help but feel awkward about the whole situation. 

The man pulls you out of your thoughts. “Nevermind. That’s actually none of my business. I was just curious is all. You don't have to answer that.” 

“No. No, I don’t.” You say. It bothered you for people to know things about you, especially being that he was a whole stranger. Maybe it was controversial being that you participated in one night stands, but those never required much talking. You also made it a rule to never sleep with the same person twice in order to protect yourself from disgusting men with attachment issues. 

Though you knew better than to continue the conversation you didn’t want a sexy man to slip between your fingers. “I’m not with him.”

He nods, smugly. “Well, I’m sorry if I crossed any boundaries. I was just wondering how someone like you could ever leave this bar alone.”

“Someone like me?” If he was going to flirt with you, you didn’t want him to leave out any details. You liked confidence. “What about me?” 

The man’s shoulders straighten, fixing his posture, establishing confidence. His eyes start checking you out slowly, taking his time as if he hadn’t been for the past two hours. For him, time slipped quickly. Had he made up his mind earlier, he would have made a move on you weeks ago, when he first laid his eyes on you. But he was no type to breakup a happy home. Now that he was sure you wanted him just as bad he didn’t hold himself back. 

“Well, you’re very attractive. But, you knew I was going to say that.” He answers, cocking his head to the side. 

Following his actions, you smirk, “maybe.”

“But you also think I’m attractive.” He says, you can’t help noticing his sitting position. His thighs spread open as if he’s inviting you to lie between them. And perhaps it was the alcohol in your system or it was the stupid smirk on his lips that made you want to throw yourself onto him.

“Maybe.” You reply dryly, he chuckles.

Bringing himself closer, he watches his hand placements carefully making sure they land besides your seat, his mouth falling close to your ear. You push him up very slightly with your pointer finger, your head tilting. “Tell me what you know.” 

His brows furrowed, confusion spreading on his face. “What?” 

“How much have you heard?’, he still doesn’t catch on so you continue, ‘that man you’ve seen me with. Have you ever overheard our conversation?”

He thinks only a little before shaking his head. “No. I don’t even know your name.” 

“Good.” You nod, content. “Tell me what you know about me then. You can’t possibly believe I’ve ever left this place alone.” 

The stranger finally understands what you were suggesting. “I’ve seen you leave a few times with some men from around, though I can tell you didn’t leave satisfied.” 

His response shocks you. “Have you been following me?” 

“I’d never do anything like that,’ he quickly denies, a stern look on his face as he points towards the entrance of the bar, ‘I’ve seen you walk past those doors after hours.” 

“Then you expected me to sleep with you?” You imply, arms crossing.

“No.” He pulls back completely. “You can walk away if this isn't what you want. I’d never force anyone to sleep with me. I’m sorry if I once left that impression.”

As he sits back in his seat, the tension that had been once there disappeared. He’s serious and you believed him. 

“No, I’m sorry,’ you pause looking for the right words, ‘you never left that impression. I just assumed from past experiences.” 

He didn’t seem pleased to hear that. “I’m sorry. I would never do such a thing.” 

You nod, what's the worst that could happen, you thought to yourself. “So, you still would fuck me, right?” Hope is still in your system.

He grins immediately laughing, shaking his head in disbelief, even you couldn’t comprehend the words coming out your mouth. 

Then he casually asks, “Do you want to see my cat?”

~~

Apparently, coming to see a cat had nothing to do with the actual domestic pet species. But it did have something to do with the messy situation between your legs. 

The man became something you only thought to ever see in your dreams. His lips kissing everywhere, pressing you harder into the bed he claimed to sleep in. Usually, you wouldn’t let a guy do that for long but he was so good with his lips. 

A gentle bite was made against your neck, driving a moan out of you. “Fuckkk. You’re so good with that mouth.” 

The man laughed, confident in himself. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby”

It didn’t take long for both of you to be stripped out of your clothes. 

“Are you uh— clean?” You question, considering your safety. 

He nods. “You?” 

You nod, spreading your legs, his eyes glistening, licking his lips before he shoved his face into your dripping cunt. The man nearly made out with your pussy making sure every part of it received love, his tongue flicking your clit mercilessly, before nibbling it gently. 

“You taste like honey.” His voice is raspy, vibrating throughout your walls.

Moans slipping from your tongue. “Fuckkk —nghh. Right there.”

His hands keep your legs open solely as if for his own pleasure. You feel the tip of his nose press against your clit, trying to drink up every bit of you. Your legs become a shaking mess. 

He comes up, eyes blown out clearly enjoying himself just as much as you were. You bite your lips at the mess you created. His hands travel down looking up for your approval which you are quick to accept. Carefully, he slips a finger within you. The necklace he wore around his neck dangles over you. This sight itself could make you come. 

“You’re so tight. ‘S sexy.” His eyes hood, watching you react to the second finger. “So fucken tight.”

This scene was not common for him either. The man you’d later come to know as Jungkook, never ate out any of the women he slept with. He made it clear to them he was there for one thing and one thing only but you, you had been different. He loved how responsive you became, the mess you created only for his eyes to enjoy. The chemistry you easily shared, Jungkook hadn’t been attracted to anyone like this in years. 

You whine, as he continues to scissor his fingers deep within your pussy, quickly finding your sweet spot. “I’ll come like this if you keep going.” Your voice was weak, desperate for release. 

He smirks, maintaining his pace. “Go ahead baby. I can take it.” 

Baby, that fucking word was driving you crazy. Typically, it would turn you off, but coming from his lips, it sounded rich, needy. He’s everything you wished for.

The man retracts his fingers burying his face between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. He isn’t as sweet as last time, this time he was on a mission. His teeth grazing your bud before flattening his tongue licking it with grand purpose. 

Your fingers got entangled in his fluffy hair guiding him although he didn’t need much help. The man was talented with his tongue, you could only imagine what his cock could do. 

“I’m gonna come.” You warn, he doesn’t move tugging at his soft curls. 

“Come on my tongue, sweetheart.” He coos, attached to your wet folds. Your high came fast but he made sure to take all of it in. 

You desperately tug him up, tasting yourself on his lips, a smile forming between kisses. His arms tangling with yours, hard cock pressing between your sex. 

“Condom.” You both manage to say at the same time breathless, smiling at the coincidence. 

The man doesn’t take long tearing the wrapper with his teeth, quick to conceal his manhood. 

There is a second shared, almost as if he’s allowing you to back out if this wasn’t what you wanted, but you made it clear to him it was all you would think of for the next three weeks to come. 

“Fuck me. Please.” You coo reassuring the man, propping up to peck his swollen lips. He nods, lining himself up with your entrance. He’s careful, slow, a sigh coming from both of your lips as he stuff himself entirely. “Fuckkk. You’re huge.”

“I’ll go slow.” He whispers, his hand caressing your side. You shake your head, “I can take it. Fuck me like you mean it.”

The man almost growls hearing the vulgar words coming from your mouth, as he starts to pick up his pace. Even with the rubber on his dick, you could still feel every ridge stretching your pussy out. The back of your thighs smacking against his, the room filled with your scent driving him insane. Your moans started queuing up with his. “This feels so good. Ohh…”

He grips the back of your thighs holding them at an angle to plunge deeper into you. The man smirks, watching your lips tremble at the new sensation. 

“Touch your clit for me, baby.” He rasps, sweat starts forming on his forehead, eyes fierce licking his dry lips. “Show me what this sweet pussy can do for me.” 

Following his demand, your fingers find your clit, instantly driving a high pitched moan out. You were definitely overstimulated but you never wanted it to end. Rubbing a bit faster, your walls pulsed around his dick. 

“That’s it baby.” He almost mirros your fucked out expression, his tongue brushes your neck, nipping below your ear. “You are so close, I can feel it.” He whines, feeling your tight pussy suck him in. 

“I’m gonna come again.” Your fingers start shaking trying your best to keep up with his strokes but you do no justice, his stamina was crazy. His hands grab your wrists, pinning them against the bed, preventing you from touching yourself any further. A whine slips from your lips, “that’s no fucken fair.” You pout.

He smiles, stealing a kiss. In the moment, he almost grows fond of you. “I got you, baby. Relax.” 

You did exactly as told. The man drives himself out of the mess between your legs only to slam right back in. He slips with ease hitting your g-spot repeatedly, never taking his eyes off your stuffed cunt. Moans coming from you both, you felt the urge to feel him even closer, desperately clinging to his mouth. 

The pressure in your stomach felt unbearable in the best way possible, you moaned into him, “ohh, right there please fuck.”

The man popped off your mouth, spit falling between your lips. “You close baby?” His eyes seemed soft for a second, but that didn’t stop his throbbing cock deep within you.

You only nod, his hands carefully releasing your wrists. “Go ahead angel.” He coos, gently catching your chin, a graceful pace within you. “Come for me.”

The pressure is enough to make you see all sorts of colors. Loudly, you become undone, arching off the bed. Everything becomes numb as he chases his own nut, his dimples deepening as his mouth forms an ‘oh’ shape. He’s extremely close himself. 

“Come on me.” You whisper. He looked almost unsure, but didn’t have to be told twice. He pulls away almost too suddenly, snatching off the rubber as he spilt himself on your stomach. The man made sure to release every last drop of his sperm, then caught his breath, pushing the hair stuck to his forehead back. You didn’t think it was possible but he looked even sexier than before. 

You sat in silence for a bit, trying to gain sense of life. The sex was just that good. That scared you more than anything. 

The man brought a towel to clean you off, keeping distance to allow you some sort of intimate privacy. 

There was a lot of confusion on his face as he watched you racing to put your clothes back on. 

“Why are you moving so fast?” He questions, almost sounding hurt. He wasn’t even sure if he was. “You can stay here for a bit. Rest a little more before you go.”

You instantly shake your head, slipping into your heels, tucking your messy tangled hair into place as best you could. “Thanks. For the sex. I’ll see myself out.” 

He manages to put on sweatpants before he runs to take your wrist gently in his hand. You look down at his hold then look into his eyes. “I didn’t even get your name.” 

“You won’t be needing it.” You reply, this time he didn’t chase after you watching you slip from his fingers. 

He knew it didn’t end there, and maybe you were hoping it didn’t either.

--

a.n: i love this couple, they are so cute can't wait till they fall deeply in love

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Rindou x gn reader

A/n: Inspiration from that one spongebob episode

Genre: Crack

April fools special

“Baby can you bring me whiskey on the rocks” Rindou spoke to you from your spot on the coach, his eyes were glued to the computer screen typing away at some important Bonten work.

“Oh sure hun, urmmm how many ice cubes do you want?”

“ I don’t know three?”

Rindou was a bit confused by the oddly specific question but was way too sucked into his work to ask about it.

Walking over to the alcohol cart you poured the desired brown drink into the small glass cup and the ice cube, then walked over to his place at his desk handing it to him.

“Here you go Rin” you brightly smiled

He give his thanks to you and brought the glass to his lips and taking a sip of the strong beverage.

But he soon paused when he heard your horrible attempted at stifling your laughter.

He looked up at you and saw you had your face buried in your hands and your shoulders violently shook with laughter.

Slowly putting his drink down Rindou threw a glare at you.

“Y/n….. what the hell did you do to my drink” he asked in an annoyed tone

“ n-nothing Rin! wh-why would you assume I’d d-do such an awful thing” you tried your best to sound convincing and serious but failed horribly.

“Y/n…. “ He warned, this time his voice is low and holds more authority much like the voice he uses when he’s with Bonten.

Not being able to contain your laughter anymore you finally blurted it out

“APRIL FOOLS FOOL!!! YOU ASKED FOR THREE ICE CUBES BUT I ONLY PUT ONE!” You loudly laughed doubling down and holding on to your stomach.

Rindou let out a sigh of relief, feeling content that you didn’t do something actually horrendous like put laxatives in his drink .

Although it was the most stupidest prank to ever exist Rindou couldn’t help but gently smile at your amusement of it.

[spikybanana]

get to know me: tag game

tysm for the tag @mkaugust <3<3!! I loved these questions

Relationship status - *error: field does not exist in database* *system has been thrown into infinite loop* (me + romantic relationship is not making sense in head and I'm overthinking now, don't mind me XD)

Favourite colour - I'm on a bit of a navy blue/black kick recently :3

Favourite food - idk actually. I don't spend enough time thinking about food ahaha. I say "rice" whenever my brother asks this question and it annoys him so much, it's so cute. ("what do you mean just rice?? you've got to be lying!")

Song stuck in your head - OKAY LOOK, I'm actually proud of figuring this out: this is always the song I paused on before going to do something else, and if I go back to listen to the song the whole way through, it stops being stuck in my head. (right now it's Over & Over by Fleetwood Mac)

Last thing you googled - "where does nietzsche say if truth exists it doesn't matter to me" IDK I'm trying to pull an essay out of thin air here D;

Time - 21:05, on the whole a very sane hour to be on tumblr?

Dream trip - drop. me. in. the. middle. of. tibet. and. I. will. live. there. forever. (yes yes college hippie urge to abandon society etc it's true I admit it)

Last book/fic you read - I'm slowlyyy listening to Crime and Punishment atm? and last book I finished was Nietzsche's the Gay Science which is like, idk WHY I do this to myself. he just makes me want to bang my head on the table. And uhhh I really haven't had mental space to read a good long fic recently it's so sad!! I can't wait for holidays when I can spend 2 whole days thinking about nothing else and sink my whole body and soul into a story lol

Last book you enjoyed - I actually really like Crime and Punishment. but also: Worlds of Exile and Illusion by Ursula Le Guin

Last book you hated - Dune. I hated reading it so much really could not stand the prose sorry:((( I rly hope my own sci fi au doesn't read like that haha...

Favourite thing to cook/bake - I'm a rly impatient cook so recently it's a simple spicy soy sauce soup noodles. it's so quick and warm and tastes of home :)

Favourite craft to do in your free time - >:) *inserts my origami sideblog* again, haven't gotten around to anything seriously cool recently but I love a little modular origami/kusudama

Most niche dislikes - (august I stole the beverages theme) idk if this counts but I always go "heh?" when people call bubble tea "boba tea" ahahaha this is so dumb & there's like NO reason at all I don't know why it irks me so much

Opinion on circuses - ...? (I don't... think I know anything about modern day circuses but I suspect it's the sort of thing that could send me into an existential spiral lmao)

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what’s the worst way you’ve gotten lost? - oooh you know what, I'm pretty good with maps and am quite proud of it haha, I did the directions for dad when I was 11 and we had like a week long road trip. that's not to say I've not had the dumbest way of getting lost though— was on a multi-day camping hiking trip this summer and literally FORGOT to bring a map, which is still fine as long as I had my phone but then MY PHONE DIED in the middle of a really fucking long day and then there was a military zone diversion and I couldn't find the fucking path and had to trek on the ROADS for like 2 hrs but then this rly nice man gave me a lift to the next town and all was well.

no pressure tagging: @shipsgaysfordays @whywcd @everythingbutcoldfire @lavenderandliliesx @fonkeloog

[prometheanglory]

hi i gotta annoy u so strap urself in bc uve got a big storm coming now: 🤥☕💢🌱🌌👖🎀🖍☄💗 for flint pls :]

good evening and morning and whatever time else exists in between to the bluntcut twink lovers

🤥LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they’re lying?

flint is a very honest man and doesn’t like jutting away from the truth….. however that means nothing in the face of the quality of his lies. he’s not a bad liar or a super adept one, but he can get by. it’s aided by his honest and straightforward reputation, who would ever suspect that flint’s lie of omission is him evading the truth rather than his usual unchatty self? it’s a trait that he and chase both share but flint tries to omit less than chase, unless he deems it absolutely necessary… and what proves necessary is usually trying to cover other people’s tracks.

he’s not too proud to avoid admitting to his deception. often is the case that he’ll be the first to concede, because his moral compass demands the utmost truth and its repercussions.

☕ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

he’s a fan of hot drinks!! but its not rly quantifiable bc he’s only fond of like. 2-3 hot drinks, but he likes those substantially more than he likes other drinks… so technically this counts as a preference.

his favorite drink is a black coffee, but nobody can really contest the quality of plain old water!

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

flint is… an incredibly intense guy. while it’s not born from a place of perceived superiority or malicious intent, it still comes off as pretty demanding and harsh. actually, in general — his harshness is something that takes a lot of either leeway or patience to get through, because he really doesn’t cut corners on what he wants to say.

it’s not a ‘hot’ kind of intensity either, it’s more of a… constant looming pressure that he’s not going to ease up any time soon. he’s a stick in the mud and is pretty apathetic to most things if they don’t immediately concern something in his circle. there really isn’t much use in trying to rile him up either because flint is very adept at shunting people off of him.

i’d also consider his very… seriously boring personality to be something most ppl have to get acclimated to? he really doesn’t have a lot of strong or profound interests and he doesn’t really express himself all that much either. flint’s just really lacking in a lot of reactions. he’s about as animated as a rock on a good day. a really serious rock.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

i think he’d remember one of his first meetings with berkeley (and subsequently chase)! flint wasn’t too keen on making friends willynilly, however berkeley did help flint in his early days of being in the ridge of willows!

by that, i mean when flint was still the new kid in school, a kid would routinely pick on him and eventually stuck a wad of gum in his hair…. berkeley decided to help flint by chasing, then tackling, and holding the kid down after flint decided that he’d had enough and finally went after him to kick his ass purple (keep in mind, they (berk and flinth had barely spoken more than 5 words to each other at this point in time). they both got a very stern talking to and suspended from school for a few days. they should’ve both been around 11-12 at this point. they were on respectable but still not-quite speaking terms after that, but grew closer with time :]

flint’s trademark choppy hair is actually from that same incident! after he decided to cut more of his hair in the boy’s bathroom of the school to get the gum out (scissors were from chase, who decided to stay out of it, but saw it unfold bc berkeley suddenly took off running down the school yard). the hairstyle has since become more refined and evened-out, but in it’s early stages it was very…. jagged.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

(pulls out my giant notepad) where to begin……. WELL. HE’S BASED OFF OF THE HUNTSMAN’S RIFLE (from bambi)…. and from the beginning he was always made with the ‘faithful yet stern number two’ in mind! even before i made him into the vice dorm-head, he kinda just had the vibe of ‘always tailing authority’.

he was meant to be straightforward and a bit of a menace… largely playing off of how bullets r supposed to go forward and generally speaking, most ppl and animals go out of their way to evade being shot. steely bc guns are steel. well-put-together bc the rifle’s a machine… a slight refined/sleek edge to him… not someone who just brute forces his way through or to be seen as someone who’s just brash and violent 🤔 he’s been a focused and sharp guy from the start! super precise! this man’s made of steel! granted, his original draft had him as someone who was much more intense when he wasn’t minding his tongue, however i personally prefer the tone that implies flint’s intensity is always present instead of being hair-trigger.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

outside of a school setting… feel like flint’s a business-casual…. but moreso casual than business. he’s pretty simple overall, actually.

leans towards lighter colors and he’s okay with a subtle-print on his clothes. not much of a sweater/sweatshirt guy, but he can appreciate a button-up. pair that with straight leg pants? slim-fit pants? he goes light on accessories — so an old wrist watch (brown?) and a simple leather belt (also brown?). shoe-wise, he’s fine with his worn pairs of boots or sneakers, but flint’s not really one to wear loafers out casually.

on the instances you catch him on a much more casual or… grossly humid/hot day, chances are he hasn’t resorted to shorts yet — but he’s wandering around somewhere in cargo pants and an a-shirt or tanktop (probably with a flannel thrown on for modesty’s sake) with the same old raggedy boots or sneakers.

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

HE FITS IN EVERYTHING BECAUSE I SAY SO!!!!!!! and i can’t rly think of. anything he couldn’t be adapted into except maybe a really certain breed of romance and melodrama as a protag or even the love interest, just because he’s um. not cut out for that. he is going to ruin the moment of angst bc he doesn’t have time for that wishy-washiness. either way, rot dictates that he suits a lot of more action-based aus more just bc flint is just . truly a man of his ways and marching right on ahead.

spins the magical wheel of aus in my head and ummmm how abt we delve into: …apocalypse au? (puts on my world building hat) i’m gonna make it into apocalypse/post-apocalypse of some sort. both some kind of nuclear fallout and catastrophic amounts of rain.

flint feels like he’s not the type to do anything wreckless? he prefers to keep large quantities of people safe and in one place, instead of just wandering around or fighting senselessly.

i feel like the stagrove five are all part of a little rough-around-the-edges but nonetheless organized and capable stronghold? situated in a run-down clump of warehouses, it has since been overrun and reclaimed as a standalone city. not everyone in the stronghold is ‘strictly’ associated with the group running the city (stagrove) but they’re all pretty keen on stagrove’s presence, so they play by their rules. seldom do the people in the stronghold venture out, however visitors have always been permitted… but as far as the eye can see, anyone from outside the stronghold is being carefully surveyed. it’s an incredibly self-sufficient city that maintains an aggressively neutral stance on many matters of all groups. they take no allies, but they make no enemies. they want to be left out of the bigger picture, really.

anywho, spiel aside — flint is the second head of the stronghold city. he has a wide expanse of jobs, but most of them are best understood as ‘maintenance and welfare of the stronghold’ meaning that he handles most internal affairs. new construction, expenses, defenses and security, citizen health, ordinances, etc… while it seems that flint is largely barred from being out in the field due to the nature of his responsibilities, it is through the careful organization of stagrove and its shockingly adept network that he has eyes posted everywhere to lock in on threats and suspicious affairs accordingly.

bureaucracy crazies aside, flint also acts as an emergency medic. you know. for when there aren’t enough hands around (jesus how many jobs do you have). and somehow, outside of his already gargantuan list of reputations and careers, the thing most people know him for in the stronghold is that he is ALSO an inactive sniper for the stagrove. he doesn’t have much reason to be a sharpshooter anymore because of his other jobs (and he already made sure that the other stagrove bros are as adept, so they can handle crises without him) but there’s been plenty of offhanded incidents that speak for itself about his precision, and dedication to running a tight ship otherwise. he doesn’t like trouble in his part of ‘town’ you know 🤧

🖍 CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

………………uh. hm. uh. err. how about “please be more sensitive to other people’s feelings so that they know you’re not trying to beat their ass black and blue when you try to critique them”……….? or maybe try to give other people more leeway to do their own thing because you can only be so right up to a certain point yknow 😭

☄ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

he’s a stone-faced bitch and he’s as bossy as it gets. are they right? absolutely.

rather than the hot-headed and cruel image that people might draw up for a scary disciplinary… flint is cool in the head. he has a very strict code of discipline and morals, and while laxer on other’s morals, he tolerates absolutely no slacking when it comes to self-regulation and responsibilities. he wants the best for others and doesn’t shy away from a proper rap on the knuckles if they refuse to help themselves… but maybe that speaks to his self-righteous tendencies as well.

granted, as bossy as he is, flint is pretty emotionally mature otherwise. he’s not too proud to admit that he oversteps, and to applogize accordingly. he makes ends meet and tries to communicate things clearly and directly… but if that means be seen as bitchy, then so be it. he’s not set out to be some overtly macho and aggressive aficionado but if others don’t get that then that’s their problem.

💗 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

i wish i could say something more traditionally sweet and romantic for this, but. i really can’t. though you could say that keeping pace with flint is what makes his heart race!

what i’m rly getting at is that there shouldn’t be much of a gap in drive or intensity — if he makes a move, there should be the metaphorical clack of a footstep right after him. protecting people doesn’t make his heart race because he’s keeping others safe, it’s the specific notion of going head-to-head that makes it exhilarating. it keeps him on his feet and makes him pretty… bold actually, if they’re doing enough to make flint hone in on keeping up with their tempo.

it doesn’t actually need to be so physical of a competition, if anything, the mental aspect catches him more. it’s not a race of out-doing each other but kinda just getting swung up in the tango of who can keep up the pace of ‘one-step-ahead’. it’s a game just for the two of them :-) he’s got a refined appreciation for the stalwart heart and steadfast spirit

[the-bau-quinjet]

Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

-

"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

-

"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

-

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

-

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

-

"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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